Anna Marck singing "A Mother Doesn't Matter Anymore" as Mae Peterson in "Bye Bye Birdie" at Stagecrafter's Beautiful Baldwin Theatre in Royal Oak, Michigan. Ryan Hurley as Albert Peterson. Directed by Nicholas Yocum. www.annamarck.com
My highschool is doing bye bye birdie and I just got told I'm playing her! It's a shame that my teacher wants me to play as a grandma instead of this version of her.
So, it's come at last. At last it's come, the day I knew would come at last has come, at last. My sonny-boy doesn't need me any longer. Well, what are you waiting for? Get rid of me, put me out with the garbage; just throw me out with the used grapefruits and the empty cans from the tuna fish. And never mind putting a lid on it. Leave it open so a hundred thousand pussycats can walk all over a mother.Who bronzed your baby shoes? Kissed ev'ry little bruise? [singing] Who picked your dirty socks up off the floor? You coughed and who was there? It's just too hard to bear, A mother doesn't matter anymore. With bunions on my feet, I trudged through snow and sleet, To bring your lic'rice from the corner store. I sold my Tiffany lamp, So you could go to camp. Now a mother doesn't matter anymore. [spoken] That's it, I'm ready to go and I don't want you to spend a cent. Fancy funerals are for rich people. Just wrap me in a flag and throw me in the river on mother's day. [singing] And precious, by the way, The doctor called today. What I got's a condition, Yes he's sure, There's nothing they can do, I'll last a week or two. Because for a condition there's no cure. That time you caught the croup, Who made you chicken soup, And read you "Bambi" till her throat was sore? You sacrifice your life, then, BANG! You get the knife. Now a mother doesn't matter anymore. [spoken] There, I feel better now. Everything is as it should be. A mother is lying on top of a sanitation truck, bound for the city dump and a son is running around with a floozie who came looking for a good time and stayed to ruin an American woman's life. [singing] Who gave up nights of rest To rub Vicks on your chest? Who nursed her sonny boy till he was four? My life has been in vain, This country's down the drain, 'Cause a mother doesn't matter, No, a mother doesn't matter, Yes, a mother doesn't matter anymore.
Thank you very much! I used this to help me audition for our school play. I’m trying to use a Meranda Sings accent for her lines. Thank you again for giving me ideas and inspiration
Yeah, it's an alternate addition instead of her monologue. Our Mae has it and thank god, for a character who already has so much good stuff this song really is her crowning moment
This song replaces an extended, and showstopping speech, were Mae says the worst ethnic slur in the history of the American stage...and it took decades for the theater community to find out it was so offensive. Inexcusable.
I’m Mrs. Peterson at my local theaters show. The monologue the song is replacing is the longest line i think i’ve ever had to deliver. It has a total of 21 sentences!!
I was just cast as Mae! I um wanted to be Kim, and now Ive completely forgotten why I ever wanted to be her xD Mae seems like such a blast, Im so excited!
[spoken] So, it's come at last. At last it's come, the day I knew would come at last has come, at last. My sonny-boy doesn't need me any longer. Well, what are you waiting for? Get rid of me, put me out with the garbage; just throw me out with the used grapefruits and the empty cans from the tuna fish. And never mind putting a lid on it. Leave it open so a hundred thousand pussycats can walk all over a mother.Who bronzed your baby shoes? Kissed ev'ry little bruise? [singing] Who picked your dirty socks up off the floor? You coughed and who was there? It's just too hard to bear, A mother doesn't matter anymore. With bunions on my feet, I trudged through snow and sleet, To bring your lic'rice from the corner store. I sold my Tiffany lamp, So you could go to camp. Now a mother doesn't matter anymore. [spoken] That's it, I'm ready to go and I don't want you to spend a cent. Fancy funerals are for rich people. Just wrap me in a flag and throw me in the river on mother's day. [singing] And precious, by the way, The doctor called today. What I got's a condition, Yes he's sure, There's nothing they can do, I'll last a week or two. Because for a condition there's no cure. That time you caught the croup, Who made you chicken soup, And read you "Bambi" till her throat was sore? You sacrifice your life, then, BANG! You get the knife. Now a mother doesn't matter anymore. [spoken] There, I feel better now. Everything is as it should be. A mother is lying on top of a sanitation truck, bound for the city dump and a son is running around with a floozie who came looking for a good time and stayed to ruin an American woman's life. [singing] Who gave up nights of rest To rub Vicks on your chest? Who nursed her sonny boy till he was four? My life has been in vain, This country's down the drain, 'Cause a mother doesn't matter, No, a mother doesn't matter, Yes, a mother doesn't matter anymore.
