“Kids are different today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say
Mother needs something today to calm her down
And though she’s not really ill
There’s a little yellow pill
She goes running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day.
“Things are different today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say
Cooking fresh food for a husband’s just a drag
So she buys an instant cake and she burns her frozen steak
And goes running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
And two help her on her way, get her through her busy day.
Doctor, please, some more of these
Outside the door, she took four more
What a drag it is getting old.
“Men just aren’t the same today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say
They just don’t appreciate that you get tired
They’re so hard to satisfy. You can tranquilise your mind
So go running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
And four help you through the night, help to minimise yourplight.
Doctor,plese, some more of these
Outside the door, she took four more
What a drag it is getting old.
Life’s just much too hard today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say
The pursuit of happiness just seems a bore
And if you take more of those, you will get an overdose
No more running to the shelter of a mother’s little helper
They just helped you on your way through your busy dying day.
haha – i can imagine how lively Floyd’s was last week if you all popped a few anti-anxiety pills before you went out!
Your “hey nanny-nanny???”
What a drag it is getting old.
“Kids are different today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say
Mother needs something today to calm her down
And though she’s not really ill
There’s a little yellow pill
She goes running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day.
“Things are different today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say
Cooking fresh food for a husband’s just a drag
So she buys an instant cake and she burns her frozen steak
And goes running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
And two help her on her way, get her through her busy day.
Doctor, please, some more of these
Outside the door, she took four more
What a drag it is getting old.
“Men just aren’t the same today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say
They just don’t appreciate that you get tired
They’re so hard to satisfy. You can tranquilise your mind
So go running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper
And four help you through the night, help to minimise yourplight.
Doctor,plese, some more of these
Outside the door, she took four more
What a drag it is getting old.
Life’s just much too hard today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say
The pursuit of happiness just seems a bore
And if you take more of those, you will get an overdose
No more running to the shelter of a mother’s little helper
They just helped you on your way through your busy dying day.
BRG, I can always count on you for W4W ad 🙂
Dirty Hipster, pop a klonopin and chillax 🙂
“brownstoners love their pills!”
You be quiet over there DH!
“everyone vanishes! This could give a girl a complex!”
Not to worry, it happened to me yesterday. Odd posting patterns lately.
what a shocker – brownstoners love their pills!
Snappy….go on Brownstoner, a BRG post to you = “Woman Seeking Woman” and find something for the stress.