| Martys mam forever smiling, she would always grin
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| Every time we called around to see if martys in
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| Martys mam would answer the door and with a smiling face
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| We remember martys mam, the world was a better place
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| Seems like only yesterday, marty turned to me to say
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| What could i do if me mam ever passed away?
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| On the night martys mam died
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| In a mess, as you can guess
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| Martys in a mess, but what can we do?
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| Martys mortified
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| To get him through, we don’t have a clue
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| Just what can we do? |
| Marty
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| Ya may be glum, ya may be down, like i always am
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| But you’ll be fine with a bottle o' wine and word with martys mam
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| Feeling blue not long ago, i gave marty a call
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| And once i spoke with martys mam, i didn’t feel blue at all
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| Never a moan and never a groan, never melancholy
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| Forever and ever in martys memory
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| On the night martys mam died… |