SURROGATE MAMA

words and music by Howard Kranz

He gives her his seed artificially;

she carries the child cause he’s paid her.

They are businesslike partners initially;

the passion comes in much later.

O surrogate, surrogate, surrogate mama,

Surrogate, surrogate, it kind of grows on ya.

She gives it birth, but it’s not really hers;

she just carries it for someone else.

Now it’s all very clear in the contract

just who gets what and from whom.

And the kid hasn’t met his mom yet;

he’s just living in a rented womb.

O but mama’s run off with the baby!

The delivery contract’s been broke.

And daddy’s wife paces the halls

with a box of cigars that nobody will smoke.

Now I do things for money or love,

and I smile when you ask how I feel.

And we’ll find out when push comes to shove:

are we surrogate, or are we real?

O surrogate, surrogate, surrogate mama,

Surrogate, surrogate, it kind of grows on ya.

She gives it birth, but it’s not really hers;

she just carries it for someone else.