It's my mother's house, in my mother's name   And you can't beat Mother at Mother's game   'Cause she likes the people who I don't like   And if I don't like it, it's take a hike      Which is Mother's way of reminding me   when you live off Mother, you can't be free   And I think that Mother is very mean   And this latest thing with this wash machine      And what Jerry brought, don't be too surprised   if the guy moves in and I'm pulverized   'Cause I'll be damned if I'm gonna waste my time   washing clothes in a goddamn machine!      I feel very strongly about mementos.   Memorabilia, I guess you call it.      Around the world is what I call   my wall of special things   Around the world with rose bouquets   I dry and tie those strings      A silver mask from a masquerade   Around and round, I twirled   You tack them up, so you can twirl   around the world...      It's my mother's house, with my mother's friends   and with Jerry coming, it never ends   It's the same old story, as George Gould Strong   not in twenty years did we get along      Though I do feel bad for the way he died-   In a two-bit flea bag, a suicide   It was Mother's money, the Bouviers'   and if Mother spends it in crazy ways      No one else took care of her, only me   She was taken care of, not sexually   And if you infer that they were using her   I will shove you under the goddamn bed!      Around the world, with stones and shells   the nicest one I lost   Around the world, without a boat   I'm just a cold from frost      Two roads diverged in a yellow wood   A lovely crossing all around the world,    the world around the attic walls      Around the world, there isn't room   for every special thing   Around the world, you choose a few   To pick the music sing      A silver mask from a masquerade   Around and round I twirled   You tack them up, so when you go   The world will be the one you know      A bird-cage I planned to have,   I'll get to that, someday   A bird-cage for a bird who flew away      Around the world...