I think of who's to blame
And I bow my head in shame
So you've grown tired of your
parents always hanging around
Now they spoil your children and
having grandparents is out
Yes, they raised you well, but you wished to hell that they'd
go away so you wouldn't have to pay for their food
Forget all the years when
they paid for you
Send your mother to
Shady
Acres, send your father to
Shady
Acres, we'll take good care
of them, you won't be aware of them,
send them to
Shady
Acres.
Well, if one of them's dead,
don't worry your head,
cause we have a matchmaker.
They can sit down and fetch
on the redstone steps
while watching green acres.
Yes, if you don't want to visit,
well, there's no requisite.
We have foster sons and daughters
to help all our barters,
To stop feeling blue
Keep the checks coming and
we won't bother you
Send your mother to
Shady
Acres
Send your father to
Shady
Acres
We'll take good care of them,
you won't be aware of them
Send them to shady acres
Yes, our homes so peaceful
They die while they're sleeping,
yes, right in their beds
Now there's no need for worry
We have our own mortuary
And a beautiful cemetery
Yes, we are good people
We care for the feeble
We've devoted our lives
To the husbands and wives
Who don't want their fathers
Here on to be bothers
So send them where respectable
Send your mother to
Shady
Acres
Send your father to
Shady
Acres
We'll take good care of them
Because we love them
And send them to shady acres
Well the
Freudian doctors they tell me
Have no fear, it's not your fault
You're growing up bad because
Your parents did you wrong
And I blame it on my parents,
on teachers in the school
Till I remember once upon a time,
they had parents too
I think of who's to blame,
and I bow my head in shame.