Mother, last night I shot a famous man

His music, his life, I was his greatest fan

Mother, I'm sorry for all the things that I did

I've been hiding it all of my life, shouldaŒve kept it still hid

Should've kept it still hid



Mother, last night I shot a famous man

Ain't it funny the things a man does cos he knows that he can

When I raise my voice, it's a small feeble sound in the wind

To make yourself heard in this big bad world, you must know where to begin

You must know where to begin



Mother, last night I shot a famous man

But today I can't say it all went according to plan

He just looked at me, he stared me straight in the eyes

Now I know how he felt every day til he died

Every day til he died



Mother, well now people listen to me

I'm the King of America, some say that I'm the King of Comedy

Mother, now that I know what it means to be heard

I wish I put down my gun, like he put down his guitar

And I wish that I'd swallowed my words

Wished I'd swallowed my words



Mother, I knew him, but he never knew me