Oh mama, I remember when I'd cry upon your shoulder
Oh mama, ain't we all getting a little older
And I know that times are changing
And I know its, rearranging me
All those little fairy tales
About St Patty and St Nick
I just kept on wondering
Was that just some kind of adolescent trick
And I know that times are changing
And I know its rearranging me
Bend with the system
And they say you'll do alright
But I'll just keep on struggling through
And fight with all my might
And I know that times are changing
And I know its rearranging me
Rearranging me
Rearranging me.... Rearranging me.... Rearranging me