"No One Loves You Any Better Than Your M-A-Double M-Y",
by Harry Link & Bob Nelson
No one loves you any better than your M-A-double M-Y
And when you start to cry
She'll dry each tearful
Make you cheerful,
No matter where you roam
Your thoughts always stray
Back to the little shack,
A cozy little nest so far away.
M is for the mince-pies that she used to make
A is for the apples in her apple cake
Double M is for the many miles you had to roam
And Y is that you're yearning just to get back home
And though you've roamed this whole world over
Say! A love like hers you can't buy
'Cause no one loves you any better than you M-A-double-M-Y!
M is for the many times she cried for you
A is for the aches and pains that she's gone thru
Double M is for the many months of care and strife
And Y is that she'll yearn for you all thru your life
Now if you've treated her half human
Then you're surely gonna get by
'Cause no one loves you any better than your M-A-double-M-Y!