text: She asked me, Son, when I grow old
  Will you buy me a house of gold?
  And when your father turns to stone
  Will you take care of me?
  She asked me, Son, when I grow old
  Will you buy me a house of gold?
  And when your father turns to stone
  Will you take care of me?
  I will make you queen of everything you see
  Ill put you on the map, Ill cure you of disease
  Lets say we up and left this town
  And turned our future upside down
  Well make pretend that you and me
  Lived ever after happily
  She asked me, Son, when I grow old
  Will you buy me a house of gold?
  And when your father turns to stone
  Will you take care of me?
  I will make you queen of everything you see
  Ill put you on the map, Ill cure you of disease
  And since we know that dreams are dead
  And life turns plans up on their head
  I will plan to be a bum
  So I just might become someone
  She asked me, Son, when I grow old
  Will you buy me a house of gold?
  And when your father turns to stone
  Will you take care of me?
  I will make you queen of everything you see
  Ill put you on the map, Ill cure you of disease