And I know it's no fun when your first son Gets up to no good, starts freaking out the neighborhood Sorry, mama, there are times I get carried away Please, don't worry, next time I'm home, I'll still be the same Really, I'm fine, never been better, got

Oh mama, oh la, oh la, oh la Don't know what this is All of these new emotions I let them out in the open What do I do now, do now, do now? Do with all of this? Oh, what do I do now? Somebody pass me the water 'Cause I'm burning

'Cause all that you have is your soul Don't be tempted by the shiny apple Don't you eat of a bitter fruit Hunger only for a taste of justice Hunger only for a world of truth All that you have Oh my mama told me 'Cause she say she learned the hard way Say

Oh, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul, Hey, black mama, what's the matter with you? Said it ain't satisfaction, don't care what I do, Hey, mama, what's the matter with you? Said it ain't satisfaction, baby, don't care what I do. You take a brown-skinned

Ma mama weer all crazee now Ma ma mama weer all crazee now I want a lot now so come on Ma ma ma ma mama weer all crazee now I don't want to drink my whiskey like you do I don't need to spend my money but still do

Don't go crying to your mama Ain't it fun Living in the real world So what are you gonna do Being all alone 'Cause you're on you're own, in the real world 'Cause you're on your own, in the real world When the world don't orbit around you Ain't it good

Don't go crying to your mama Ain't it fun Living in the real world So what are you gonna do Being all alone 'Cause you're on you're own, in the real world 'Cause you're on your own, in the real world When the world don't orbit around you Ain't it good

Oh, don't ask why I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say goodbye We've lost our good old mama Well, show me the way To the next whisky bar Show me the way For if we don't find

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

I don't love you anymore Got me crawlin' on the floor I'm so ashamed that I must go Somehow I thought by now you'd know