Mama may have, Papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own (Mama may have, Papa may have) (But God bless the child that's got his own) Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is

Can't nobody do your body like my body I'm sorry, your mama know what it is I'll write your name on the living room wall There she go looking like my future baby mama I'm about to give her all of her grandkids Singin' there she go looking like my future

Hush, hush, don't you dare say a word Hush, hush, don't you know the truth hurts Hush, hush, when push comes to shove it's best to keep it hush, hush My brother got out of rehab Right around Christmas time Mama made a turkey Daddy was worried he was

Babada baba Our kind of people had a bed for the night And it was okay And daddy told us never listen to the ones Pointing nasty fingers and making fun 'Cause we were good kids Mama said that it was quite alright My mama said that is was okay When mama

Hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady 'cause I Raised you better, gotta keep it together even when you fall apart, But this ain't my mama's broken heart Go and fix your make up girl it's, just a break up run an' I cut my bangs with some rusty

Esa boquita me mata Tu movimiento me atrapa Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, ieeh Oh-oh-ohh-oh-oh, bebé Cuando mueves tu cuerpo tú tienes talento Quiero escaparme contigo A donde no hayan testigos Tu movimiento me atrapa (mamacita) Lo que no hacen los amigos

I ain't never seen no whiskey, the blues made me sloppy drunk I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk I ain't see no blues, whiskey made me sloppy drunk I'm going back to Memphis babe, where I'll have much better luck Look out Mama you know you asked me

Sophisticated lady put your blue jeans on You're anybody's baby when your mama's gone Pretty lady, get back Pretty lady, yea, sweet thing Sophisticated lady tryin' to change my ways Just because you're caught in your social maze I think it's 'bout time

In this thirty five mile an hour town Mama locked the door last night For the first time in all of her years I said mama you gotta be kidding me She said things ain’t like they used to be round here You just wouldn’t believe it Kids growing up without

'Fore she does And I believe that Jesus is comin' back That OJ did it, Lee Harvey didn't And she's really gone this time Before she does I believe that gas is too damn high Ain't nothin' more American than mama's apple pie I believe in love, I believe in