Glen Campbell
"The Hand That Rocks the Cradle"

He got here red and wrinkled, scared and crying
She took him up and held him to her breast
He sure was glad to get what mama offered
Then he went to sleep and put his fears to rest

It didn't seem to matter what he needed
He could always count on mama to supply (&)
Regardless of the sleep she might be losing
He always found a twinkle in her eye

There ought to be a hall of fame for mamas
Creation's most unique and precious pearl
Heaven help us always to remember
That the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world

She taught him all the attributes of greatness
That she knew he couldn't learn away from home
And by the time she wore the cover off her Bible
Her hair was gray and her little man was gone

There ought to be a hall of fame for mamas
Creation's most unique and precious pearl
And Heaven help us always to remember
That the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world

Yes the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world