Тексты песни «Mama's Boy»

Hello Frank, Hello mother dear Hi, ..., what are you doin' I am trying to think of words that rhyme with vagina Oh, lima? Like lima beans How about that, that teenage witch, Sabina No, that's a made up-word, Jim What if...

Living in the suburbs, living like a bitch I used to think that living meant making it rich, I'd never learn to toil I'd never learn to see That somehow reality was catching up to me Two years later how far have I...

I was born in a Texas land, To a texacattle woman and a Red River man. Named after my daddy, They taught me right from wrong. Taught me to be honest as the day was long. Mama didn't take no sass, Daddy didn't take...

I know your mom hates my guts She must be high on coconuts Well, you better tell your mom That your gonna take me to the prom Hey, hey, hey, mama's boy, you better follow the rules Hey, mama's boy, I used to think...

Run boy Run boy Run away back to mama boy Run boy Run boy You ain't turning me on You're just a mama's boy (na na na) And there ain't no joy Hangin' round with mama's boys like you So you're flashing the cash...

Run boy Run boy Run away back to mama boy Run boy Run boy You ain't turning me on You're just a mama's boy (na na na) And there ain't no joy Hangin' round with mama's boys like you So you're flashing the cash now No...

Walkin on red dirt no concrete pavement Navy blue book bag on my back Couple miles 'til I'm at the grey hound station Hope they let me ride away with them Got pretty mad at my father today But I'm still thinkin bout...

I was born in a motel room The night my Daddy lost his job Just after one, he pulled a gun And blew the brains out of some poor slob They call me mamma... They call me mamma... They call me mamma's boy But I don't care...

I was born in a motel room the night my Daddy lost his job Just after one, he pulled a gun and blew the brains out of some poor slob They call me mamma... They call me mamma... They call me mamma's boy But I don't care...

could't keep a secret got a concrete skull couldn't shut up you're an imbecile you're an ugly dog there's nothing to gain you couldn't shut up got a bad bad brain couldn't hold your tongue you were just too...

(QuatroTuckey) By the way he looks across his shoulder And the way he sees things through his eyes It's impossible to disguise He's a mama's boy So confusing to my sense of humour Is the way he hurts so easily Anyone...