M-O-T-H-E-R

There's nothing like being able to play

Jazz because it gives you a free feeling

And now, I will endeavor to pay tribute to my adopted mother

A lady from India

Her name is Mama Jenny to me, Mama Jenny

And I'm gonna sing a song to you, Mama

Because she's so wonderful, she's so sweet and gracious

Now you listen to this song

It's for you, Mama

You too, Black?

M is for the million things you gave me

O means only that you're growing old

T is for the tears you shed to save me

H is for your heart of purest gold

E is for your eyes that shine like diamonds

R is right, and right you'll always be

Well, you put them all together, they spell Mama

My little mother, the greatest lady in this whole wide world to me

(There you go, Mama)

So look here, let's play something nice for these people

Let's play something like, what would you like to play?

"My Mother's Eyes", you know that?

Uh-oh, "My Mother's Eyes"