A desire to own the latest music gadget Zune.
Mama, mama will you please,
Today do not displease,
Kindly buy for me a Zune,
Err you send me to the moon.
When I’m there, my mama dear,
You needn’t have to fear,
Your darling son will compose music,
And send it to you from the Moon,
Even if I were not to return,
To this Earth so very soon
Mama, mama, please
Do me a favour,
And play as my Saviour.
Buy me a precious Zune,
Where I can record all my lovely song,
Finally to my Zune they have to belong.
Mama, mama, please, Oh
Please, do not me displease
Buy me a Zune, before I go away,
Forever on the Moon, I will stay.
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