Your mama's behind bars; Your step momma is too. Can't pass up those fancy cars When their keys are in plain view. Can't figure how they got caught;
Can you tell me why You're so uptight Out of your head And ain't talkin' right Can you tell me why Your mind ain't straight Out of touch And can't relate
MAMA'S LITTLE JEWEL (Hank Mills - Kermit Barrett) « © '65 Johnny Bienstock Music, BMI » You're the meanest woman in this world and that
Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't no good Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't got no friends Yo mama's a pajama and she ain't no good Yo mama's a pajama and
What's your mama's name, child, what's your mama's name? Thirty some odd years ago a young man came to Memphis Asking ?bout a rose that used to blossom
ALL MAMA'S CHILDREN WRITERS JOHNNY CASH, CARL PERKINS There was an old woman that lived in a shoe Had so many children, she didn't know what to do They
Well, I never knew my daddy But everybody says my brother looks like him And my brother, he?s in prison And I doubt he?ll be gettin? out again But I
I'd been to church on Sunday, and I'd been in jail And I put my family through livin' hell And I'd been a heavy cross to bear On the wings of mama's prayers
I wouldn't wear, who wouldn't wear She didn't wear, your dress I wouldn't wear your woman's dress And I wouldn't look good in her dress You see my wife
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Yeah, we all know it's comin' Every year Thanksgivin' Day We're gonna wish we hadn't But we all come over anyway And it's nice to see the family And
{Hello Frank, hello mother dear Hi, Jim, what are you doin'? I am trying to think of words that rhyme with vagina Oh, lima? Like lima beans How about
There was an old woman that lived in a shoe She had so many children, she didn't know what to do They were doin' all right, till she took 'em to town
Something's got my fear And it won't get through my head But there's something missin' There's something missin' here, yeah Here I go again React without
I took the ribbon from my hair And I'm lettin' it all hang down So if you're lookin' for the same old me Gotta tell you that she's left town Don't try
When mommy's around we're the cutest little darlings, polite... We're squeaky clean We do the chores in the house, as quiet as a mouse Better kids
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You send cold chills up and down my spine We kiss for thrill, don't you draw the line, no, baby? (Oh, baby) 'Cause ya mama told you that love ain't right