Я написал этот роман специально для тебя
Это звучит претенциозно
Но это правда
Я написал этот роман специально для тебя
Вот почему он вульгарен
Вот почему он печален
И я скажу:
Спасибо тебе
И я скажу:
Спасибо тебе
Я написал этот роман специально для мамы
За всю ее материнскую заботу
За все те случаи, когда она наставляла меня на путь истинный
За все те псалмы, что она распевала
И я скажу:
Спасибо тебе, мама
Здравствуй, мама
Спасибо тебе, мама
Привет, мам
Я читал книгу про дядю Тома
Где белый ублюдок творил беспредел
Но теперь запевают чернокожие
Те сукины-сыны заблуждались
И я спрашиваю:
Кто такой дядя Том?
Кто такой дядя Том?
Кто такой дядя Том?
Это - ты
Я читал книгу о самом себе
Где говорилось, что мне требуется дорогостоящая помощь
Вправить мне мозги
Создать немного благополучия
Положить мой невроз на полку
Но плевал я на себя
Мне наплевать на себя
Мне наплевать на себя
Мне это безразлично
Я написал этот роман специально для тебя
Я так претенциозен
Да, это правда
Я написал этот роман специально для тебя
Именно для тебя
Именно для тебя
I wrote this novel just for you
It sounds pretentious but it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
That's why it's vulgar
That's why it's blue
And I say, thank you
And I say, thank you
I wrote this novel just for Mom
For all the mommy things she's done
For all the times she showed me wrong
For all the time she sang god's song
And I say thank you Mom
Hello Mom
Thank you Mom
Hi Mom
I read a book about Uncle Tom
Where a whitey bastard made a bomb
But now Ebonics rule our song
Those motherfuckers got it wrong
And I ask
Who is uncle Tom?
Who is uncle Tom?
Who is uncle Tom?
You are
I read a book about the self
Said I should get expensive help
Go fix my head
Create some wealth
Put my neurosis on the shelf
But I don't care for myself
I don't care for myself
I don't care for myself
I don't care
I wrote this novel just for you
I'm so pretentious, yes it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
Just for you
Just for you
I wrote this novel just for you
It sounds pretentious
But it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
That's why he is vulgar
That is why he is sad
And I'll say :
Thank you
And I'll say :
Thank you
I wrote this book specifically for moms
For all her motherly care
In all the cases , when she guided me on the right path
For all the psalms that she sang
And I'll say :
Thank you , Mom
Hello , Mom
Thank you , Mom
Hey, Mom
I read a book about Uncle Tom
Where white bastard wreak havoc
But now intones blacks
Those sons of bitches - deluded
And I ask :
Who is Uncle Tom ?
Who is Uncle Tom ?
Who is Uncle Tom ?
This is - you
I read a book about himself
Saying that I need expensive care
Straighten my brains
Create a little well-being
Put my neurosis on the shelf
But I spit on myself
I do not care for themselves
I do not care for themselves
I do not care
I wrote this novel just for you
I'm so pretentious
Yes , it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
Just for you
Just for you
I wrote this novel just for you
It sounds pretentious but it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
That's why it's vulgar
That's why it's blue
And I say, thank you
And I say, thank you
I wrote this novel just for Mom
For all the mommy things she's done
For all the times she showed me wrong
For all the time she sang god's song
And I say thank you Mom
Hello Mom
Thank you Mom
Hi Mom
I read a book about Uncle Tom
Where a whitey bastard made a bomb
But now Ebonics rule our song
Those motherfuckers got it wrong
And I ask
Who is uncle Tom?
Who is uncle Tom?
Who is uncle Tom?
You are
I read a book about the self
Said I should get expensive help
Go fix my head
Create some wealth
Put my neurosis on the shelf
But I don't care for myself
I don't care for myself
I don't care for myself
I don't care
I wrote this novel just for you
I'm so pretentious, yes it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
Just for you
Just for you
