Sunday morning I heard mama pray

From a room I heard her say

"Good Lord help my son find his way"

"Lord he's just a country boy"

"Thinks the world is great big toy"

There ain't nothin' he can't do

If he wants to



He got himself a part time job

Saved his money and bought him a guitar

Played from sun up to sundown, hey, hey, hey



(He don't wanna) Go to schoool no more

Don't do his household chores

But I'm a hit, the neighbors biggest sound, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



(He's) Got some big ideas

He's talkin' 'bout leavin' here

Going to a place called New York City

And here's what he told me



Mama, I gotta brand new thing don't say no

Let me go

Mama, (Yeah) I gotta brand new thing don't say no

Let me go



Mama said, "My son, my son you're only sixteen"

"I know being a star is your dream"

"But I think it's time you stop all this foolin'"

"And get to your schoolin'"



Living in a state of frustration

Stop preachin' that education

'Cause this job is gonna make me a king

Above everything else, listen

Donned from head to toe

First class everywhere we go

Just give me a chance to do my thing



Mama, I gotta brand new thing don't say no

Let me go

Mama, I gotta brand new thing don't say no

Let me go

I can see it now



Champagne and caviar

Black limousine, chauffeured car

Trips all around the world

And I'll have my choice of any girl

People lined up as far as you can see

Standing in line just to see me

Money stacking up to the sky

There ain't nothin' that we can't buy

Have a little faith in me

Mama I'm sure