Mother doesn't go out anymore Just sits at home

and rolls her spastic eyes But every weekend through the door Come words of wisdom from the world outside If you want to know 'bout the bishop and the actress If you want to know how to be a star If you want to know 'bout the stains on the mattress You can read it in the Sunday papers Sunday papers Mother's wheelchair stays out in the hall Why should she go out when the TV's on? Whatever moves beyond these walls She'll know the facts when Sunday comes along If you want to know 'bout the