‘Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Ad Men’

No one asked for this, but I wrote it, sang it, recorded it, and put an applause track on it. Enjoy.

Ad men ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to hold.
They’d rather give you a song than do what they’re told.
Retro Air Jordans and old faded t-shirts
and each night begins a new day.
If you don’t reprimand him, he won’t bite his tongue
He’ll likely get carried away.

Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be ad men.
Don’t let ‘em write headlines or brainstorm too much,
let ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be ad men.
Cause they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone,
even with someone they love.

Ad men like hokey old movies and sleeping through meetings,
constant attention and praise, and told they are right.
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.

Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be ad men.
Don’t let ‘em write headlines or brainstorm too much,
let ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be ad men.
Cause they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone,
even with someone they love.
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be ad men.
Don’t let ‘em write headlines or brainstorm too much,
let ‘em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be ad men.
Cause they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone,
even with someone they love.