I need, need, need, I need my mama
Mam, mama, mam, mama, mama, me, me, me, me, pretty mama
I'm in love with my mam, mama, mam, mama, mama, pretty mama
Well, they call me son of papa, but they ought to see me love my mama
I'm a-walkin' down Folk street, Folk street on the way
Is to walk them down Folk street, Folk street on the way
Down Folk Street, that's where my baby stays
She's a-workin' at a place where the jukebox plays right loud
She's a-workin' at a place where the jukebox plays right loud
She's a real gold chicken, and to me, she's so half-proud
Mam, mama, mam, mama, mama
Me, me, me, me, pretty mama
I'm a nut, but my mam, mama, mam, mama, mama
Mam, mama, mam, mama, mama, pretty mama
Now, they call me son of papa, but they ought to see me love my mama
One night, while you're waiting for the clock to roll on two
I'm a-rockin' with the cat, and my baby can't watch me do
She can't withstand the trace of George
I'm through with you
I'm a nut, but my mam, mama, mam, mama, mama
Me, me, me, me, pretty mama
I'm crazy about my mam, mama, mam, mama, mama
We be, be pretty mama
But when they come to the party
It's hard to see me love my mama
When the place close down, and the band can't sound no more
When the place close down, and the band can't sound no more
Well, I grab my momma's hand, and we bumble through the door
Mam, mama, mam, mama, pretty mama
I'm a nut, but my mam, mama, mam, mama, mama, pretty mama
Now they call me son of papa, but hard to see me love my mama
My mama, my mama, my mama, my mama
My mama, my mama, my mama, my mama...
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