We Don't Mind

It was a Tuesday morn in November

I slept at your house the night before

We couldn't wait to get up to go for

A big breakfast in an old fashioned dinerA full meal six coffee refills later

We both have to be at work in an hour

Let's call in sick I suggest to her

I'll call your boss and tell her that you're under

The weather, you'll call mine, you will tell her

That I'm very sick and that, you're my motherSo we walk down the street

Looking for a phone booth we

Rehearse what we're going to say

So that we can have this day, awayWe find a phone booth with room for two

I call your boss and I don't speak the truth

They're pretty mad about you but they'll get through

You call my work in my mother's voice, they believe you