She asked me, "Son, when I grow old,
 Will you buy me a house of gold?
 And when your father turns to stone,
 Will you take care of me?"

 I will make you
 Queen of everything you see
 I'll put you on the map
 I'll cure you of disease

 Let's say we up and left this town
 And turned our future upside-down
 We'll make pretend that you and me
 Lived ever after, happily

 She asked me, "Son, when I grow old,
 Will you buy me a house of gold?
 And when your father turns to stone,
 Will you take care of me?"

 I will make you
 Queen of everything you see
 I'll put you on the map
 I'll cure you of disease

 And since we know that dreams are dead
 And life turns plans up on their head
 I will plan to be a bum
 So I just might [bad word] someone

 She asked me, "Son, when I grow old,
 Will you buy me a house of gold?
 And when your father turns to stone,
 Will you take care of me?"

 I will make you
 Queen of everything you see
 I'll put you on the map
 I'll cure you of disease