Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here Hey, hey, mama, what is wrong with you You didn't have to tell me that you love me so You didn't have to crucify me like you did You didn't have to tell me I was just your kid Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here

Hi-ho, the derry-o The farmer in the dell The farmer takes a wife The wife takes the child The child takes the nurse The nurse takes the dog The dog takes the cat The cat takes the mouse The mouse takes the cheese

Blame on me, no shame on you, no, you can't hide the truth I'ma slide right through your roof, might pop a pill or two Let them hate, we chuck the deuce, fuck that, we gettin' loose Pussy sweeter than some juice, I slurp it like it's soup She a naughty

Boomerang my head Forever a Lake Effect kid Again and again I got a pocket full of deadliness Opium den mother forget my head At the dead-end called Unsteadiness Into the city I grew up in To the city I grew up in (into the city I grew up in) Again and

Pop goes the weasel I've no time to wait and sigh No patience to wait 'till by and by All around the cobbler's bench The monkey chased the weasel The monkey thought 'twas all in fun Kiss me quick, I'm off, goodbye Half a pound of tuppenny rice Half a

Can't you see oh can't you see What that woman, she been doin' to me Can't you see, can't you see What that woman lord been doin' to me What that woman lord she been doin' to me I'm gonna take a freight train, down at the station I don't care where it

Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

This is the life, life, life, this is the life, life, life Double up, run it back on my mind This is the life, life, life, this is the life Give it up for the kids eating good, getting lit We the best in the biz, breaking off, betting chips Living life,

Aye, aye, so now I'm So-lo that I can see under the skirt of an ant So-lo that I don't get high no more when I "Geronimo!" I just go hit So-lo my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend So-lo that I can admit When I hear that another kid is shot by the popo

And his daring life of crime Made him a legend in his time Well he never traveled heavy Yes he always rode alone And he soon put many older guns to shame And he never had a sweetheart From a town known as Wheeling, West Virginia Rode a boy with a six gun