Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Chipmunks
[Alvin]
Cowboys ain't easy to love,
And they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a song,
Than diamonds or gold.
Shiny belt buckles,
And old faded Levis,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don't understand him,
And he don't die young,
He'll probably just ride away.
[Chipmunks]
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
[Alvin]
(Chipmunks)
[Dave, speaking]
Alvin...
[Chipmunks]
Don't let them pick guitars,
And drive them old trucks.
Let them be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
[Alvin]
(Chipmunks)
[Dave, speaking]
Alvin...!
[Chipmunks]
'Cause they'll never stay home,
And they're always alone,
Even with someone they love.
[Alvin]
Chipmunks like shady oak trees,
And roasted acorns, (Theodore giggles)
Not doing homework,
And staying up late every night.
[Dave, shouting]
That's enough!
[Alvin]
Them that don't know him,
Won't like him,
And them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to take him.
He ain't wrong,
He's just different but his pride won't let him,
Do things to make you think he's right.
[Chipmunks]
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
[Alvin; forcefully]
(Chipmunks)
[Dave, speaking; angrily]
Quit it!
[Chipmunks]
Don't let them pick guitars,
And drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be chipmunks.
[Dave, speaking; exasperated]
Theodore...
[Chipmunks]
'Cause they'll never stay home
And they're always alone,
Even with someone they love.
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be chipmunks.
[Dave, speaking; exasperated]
Fellas...
[Chipmunks]
Don't let them pick guitars
And drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be chipmunks.
[Dave, speaking]
It's not "chipmunks", it's "cowboys!"
[Chipmunks]
'Cause they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.