Oh you Pretty Things Don't you know you're driving your Mamas and Papas insane And it looks as though they're here to stay All the strangers came today Let me make it plain You gotta make way for the Homo Superior Wake up you sleepy head Put on some

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

We're coming home tonight So mama, don't stress your mind Mama, mama, mama, hey Hey, mama, don't stress your mind Hey, ma, we gonna be alright Dry those eyes We'll be back in the morning when the sun starts to rise Where should we run to? Don't wanna

I said baby mama, I don't know your name But I said baby, sugar I can play your game Every night when we leave the hall I see you hanging around You want to ride in my big black car baby Want to go uptown I know who you are baby I know what they call you

You are appreciated Don't you know I love you? Although my shadow's gone I will never leave you (Dear mama) Oh mama, I appreciate you

Mama don't get dressed up for nothing Cause mama don't get dressed up for nothing She said hey cowboy get off of that couch Yeah, the party's on and we're goin' out I got my low cut dress and my knee highboots I'm like money to burn and nothing to lose

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

Ahhh, Ohh, Ahhh, Ohh, Ahhh, Ohh, Ohh Make me feel so good, make me feel so good right now Tell me what'd I say, tell me what'd I say right now Baby shake that thing, baby shake that thing right now Hey mama, don't you treat me wrong Come and love your

In the ghetto (in the ghetto) On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' And his mama cries As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed People, don't you understand The

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