Words and music by Roger Taylor. Mama's got a problem. She don't know what to say. Her little baby boy. Has just left home today. She's got to be the loser in the end. She's got to be the loser in the end. Misuse her and you'll lose her as a friend. She's ma on whom you can always depend ooh. She washed and fed and clothed and cared. For nearly twenty years. And all she gets is Goodbye Ma. And the night times for her tears. She's got to be the loser in the end. She's got to be the loser in the end. Misuse her and you'll lose her as a friend. She's ma on whom you can always depend ooh. So listen mothers ev'rywhere. To just one mothers son. You'll get forgotten on the way. If you don't let them have their fun. Forget regrets and just remember. It's not so long since you were young. You're bound to be the loser in the end. You're bound to be the loser in the end. They'll chose their new shoes. That's not far to bend