Mama lyrics
Mama's in the kitchen with onions
Daddy's in the back with ol' Hank Thinking 'bout the lasers and bunions Talking disability ranks No, we didn't have too much money Just enough to make the dead ends meet Me, I'm on the back of my hobby horse Far away in some desert town Miles from a civilization Miles from a fortified town Down in that basement it's sunny We cannot stay down there for too long Back then, it all seemed so funny Toys were toys and boys were boys The simple nights and easy joys, all right Come out for another day Upstairs mama's making some crepes, yeah From a fancy recipe book To me they just look like tortillas Boy, that mama can cook Soon, she will be calling for grub, yeah I can't wait for such a sight this long Back then, it all seemed so funny Toys were toys and boys were boys The easy nights and simple joys, all right Come out for another day
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