Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pat Monahan
Vocals
Jerry Becker
Keyboards
Jimmy Stafford
Guitar
Scott Underwood
Drums
Hector Maldonado
Bass Guitar
Lisa Kim
First Violin
Sharon Yamada
Violin
Hyunju Lee
Violin
Kuan Cheng Lu
Violin
Anna Rabinova
Violin
Eva Burmeister
Violin
Suzanne Ornstein
Violin
Jenny Strenger
Violin
Quan Ge
Violin
Katherine Fong
Violin
Jooyoung Oh
Violin
Krzysztof Kuznik
Violin
Karen Dreyfus
Viola
Vivek Kamath
Viola
Shmuel Katz
Viola
Alan Stepansky
Cello
Mina Smith
Cello
Wei Yu
Cello
Mary Wooten
Cello
John Patitucci
Double Bass
Kurt Muroki
Double Bass
Rob Mathes
String Conductor
Robert Rinehart
Viola
The West Los Angeles Children's Choir
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pat Monahan
Songwriter
Jerry Becker
Songwriter
Rob Mathes
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Butch Walker
Producer
Jake Sinclair
Recording Engineer
Matthew Colecchi
Assistant Recording Engineer
Nathan Winter
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sam Gray
Additional Engineer
Guy Sternberg
Additional Engineer
Mark Endert
Mixing Engineer
Doug Johnson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Alex Venguer
Strings Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Stewart Whitmore
Editing Engineer
Lyrics
Don't cry when I die
When it's my time I probably won't die
I'll just lie down and close my eyes
And think about stuff
These eyes got too wide seen too much of life's goodbyes
Should have spent less time making loot
And spent more time in my birthday suit with you
And everybody upstairs, everybody down stairs
I'm not gonna have time to hang out with them
'cause I'll be hanging out with you
Not Jimi Hendrix, Jesus or the dude
Who played the sherriff in Blazing Saddles
You not Chris Farley Mr Rodgers oh I've waited so long
You can finally meet my Mom
Life is good, but love it's better
Even Bieber ain't forever
We all got to go you know
So you might as well go in style
Everybody prayin, everybody singing
I'm not gonna have time to hang out with them
'cause I'll be hanging out with you
Not Gilda Radner, Buddha or the dude
Who had pop rocks and soda at the same time
You, not Jesse James, Paul Newman and oh I've waited so long
You can finally meet my Mom.
I'm not making light of things
But who's to say who's right with things like this
There's so much that we miss
Tryin so hard to be rich and famous
Pretty and thin, to win
It's a shame that youth is wasted on the young
So forget everything and just be with me here now
For as long as we can and whoever goes first save a spot
You, not Etta James, Bob Marley or the girls who won my heart along the way
You, not Sitting Bull, Ella or Bach and I almost forgot
You can finally meet my Mom
You can finally meet my Mom
You can finally meet my Mom
You can finally meet my Mom
No Steve Jobs, or Ty Cobbs, Al Capone or any other mobs
No Whitney Houston, Chet Baker, Andre the Giant or the Undertaker
You can finally meet my Mom
You can finally meet my Mom
You can finally meet my Mom
You can finally meet my Mom
Writer(s): Pat Monahan, Jerry Becker
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