Well I never go visit my mother

Like my father and my brother do

I can't stand the constant traffic

On Belmont Avenue

And the pious old men in their coats and beards

Who appear as if on cue

For a small donation

They'll say the mourner's prayer for you

Some might say I've got a heart of stone

But I think if that were true

I'd get along better

With the dead than I do

Well I never go visit my mother

Like my father and my brother do

I can't stand the constant traffic

On Belmont Avenue

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