I've been hangovered for a couple days
With not a sip of alcohol: no wine or beer, no spirits stiff.
I forgot to take my mornin' 'scripts.
Well ain't that a pip!

I got no ideas worth thinkin'.
Goin' through the motions 'cause my brain ain't clickin'.
Blood pressure normal, glucose level all fine.
The problem ain't yourn--this all mine, mine, mine!

At Momma's house, fixin' a late lunch for dinner:
Crab cakes, cod cakes,
Horseradish with catchup,
Mayonnaise with relish,
Egg noodles with crimini,
And honeydew melon.
Later on, we're gonna have some plain ol' warm pie!

Small conversation 'cause I ain't got much worth sayin'.
With a full belly, I lounge, turn on the telly.
Fall asleep. (Brooding creep.)

But I love you Momma, love you Momma.
I love you Momma though you think t'ain't true.

So much not forgotten, but almost forgiven.
We've wronged each other without sinnin'.
Who's to blame, there's no explainin'.
Bit difficult bein' the proud and the ashamed of son.
Let me tell y’all sumpin, I'm pulling, that's right, double-dookie.

A scrawny hug and a peck on the cheek.
In the car, heading back to the 'hood,
I got the suburban Momma blues!