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.