“What a drag it is getting old.”
“Kids are different today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say,
“Mother needs something today
to calm her down.”
And though she’s not really ill,
There’s a little yellow pill.
She goes running for the shelter
Of a mother’s little helper,
And it helps her on her way,
Gets her through her busy day.
“Things are different today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say,
“Cooking fresh food for a husband’s just a drag.”
So she buys an instant cake,
And she burns her frozen steak,
And goes running for the shelter
Of a mother’s little helper,
And two helps her on her way,
Get her through her busy day.
“Doctor, please, some more of these.”
Outside the door, she took four more.
“What a drag it is getting old.”
“Men just aren’t the same today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say.
“They just don’t appreciate that you get tired,
They’re so hard to satisfy.”
You can tranquilize your mind,
So go running for the shelter
Of a mother’s little helper
And four help you through the night,
Help to minimize your plight.
“Doctor, please, some more of these.”
Outside the door she took four more.
“What a drag it is getting old.”
“Life’s just much too hard today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say,
“The pursuit of happiness just seems a bore.”
And if you take more of those,
You will get an overdose.
No more running to the shelter
Of a mother’s little helper.
They just helped you on your way
Through your busy dying day.
