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 that you will see that your son and his guitar Are gonna go far
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 Mama, I gotta brand new thing don't say no Let me go
Compositor: Norman Jesse Whitfield (Whitfield Norman) ECAD: Obra #3422084 Fonograma #1933091