Ah, Mom, Ah, Mom, you linger low
ANd low you slowly stay.
How if you slum about like this
We will see our Thirty K?

What is it draws you eye so low,
To go where no Mom should?
You are not made for such coarse realms,
But higher things, and Good.

Come Mom, away, the clock chimes six!
Put down your drink! Away!
We cannot leave you here like this
After the close of day.

You dare not walk these streets at night
After the close of day;
And we have miles and miles to reach
The Thirtieth of Kay.


Abner Little and Billy Hill
Oh, Momma, Oh, Momma
from their chart-topping tritium album,
Oh, Momma and Other Songs