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Momma's Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to Be Engineers |
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(Sung to the familiar Willy Nelson tune about Cowboys) Mama don't let your babies grow up to be engineers Don't let them fix radars for middle class bucks Make 'em be cowboys and bikers and such. Mama don't let your babies grow up to be engineers. They'll work overtime and they'll never be home Not even with someone they love Engineers ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold They'd rather give you Dolby Surround than diamonds or gold Palm pilot on belt loop and high water pants Every day goes the same way And if you don't annoy him and he don't complain He'll probably rewire the house. (Repeat Chorus) An engineer loves sweaty computer shows and new sci fi movies Microprocessors and robots and socks that are white Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do Sometimes won't know how to take him He's not weird he's just different and his pride won't let him Ever be anything other than right
from the StrangeCosmos website |
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