First Letter Home

Mum, I've got a lot to tell you
Me and Chuck have had a bust up
Now, before you pull your hair out
Viv has give me a room
And I've met this film producer
Please, don't laugh
His name is Sheldon
He says he can get my green card
Or his name's not Sheldon Bloom

Sheldon comes from California
And he wants to take me up there
Oh, thanks for your last letter
I was thrilled to hear from your
I'm enclosing 50 dollars
If you want that dress, then buy it
Oh, incidentally, Sheldon's mum likes Liberace too

There are lots of things I miss here
No one makes a normal sandwich
You need Goliath's mouth to try and get through one of them
Sheldon's got a house in Bel Air
Well, it's really a pink mansion
It's got electric gates and armed guards
And he calls it La Boheme

Mum, I don't know how to say this
But American men are different
They seem at first quite normal
But I really fear they're not
They're all fuzzy and electric
And so proud to be neurotic
And the thought of growing older seems to bother them a lot

Mum, New York is just amazing
I wish I could stay longer
But Sheldon's so dynamic
He is sweeping me away
He is funny, he is handsome
Hmm strangely handsome
Well, there's no words to describe him
You can't imagine Sheldon Bloom
Unless you know LA



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber, Don Black
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link