Little Mama

LITTLE MAMA (Billy Eckstine / Sid Kuller) Billy Eckstine with Count Basie

Little mama, little mama,
Tell me what is wrong with you.
Little mama, little mama,
What more do I have to do?
You took my heart,
you took my gold,

And now you come here actin' cold, Little mama,
what else do you want?
Little mama, little mama,
You think you're such a such a much!
Little mama, little mama,

You played me for the softest touch!
You left me here without a dime,
You got my life rolled out on time,
little mama,
what else do you want?
When I think of the moment,
the things that we planned,
Everything that you wish for became my command.
Bought you a mansion,
twelve ten acre plot,
Your own private ocean for your platinum yacht!

Little mama,
Tell me what is wrong with you.
You took my heart,
you took my gold,
And now you come here actin' cold,

Little mama,
what else do you want?
Your own crystal ballroom,
twenty two bands,
So many diamonds you ran outa hands!
Gold plated bathroom,
tiles made of fur,
A dozen towels marked "his"
and ten thousand marked "hers"!
Little mama,
Tell me what is wrong with you.
You took my heart,
you took my gold,
And now you come here actin' cold, Little mama,
what else do you want?
A king size bed,
a colour tv,
Your own private channel showin' nothin' but me!
A lavender Cadi',
long sleek and wide,
With a pastel Thunderbird that hung from the side!
Then I woke one mornin',
feelin' free as the breeze,
Just to find my little mama put me in the deep freeze!

Little mama,
Tell me what is wrong with you.
The day will come and you will see I won't want you but you'll want me; Little mama, you'd better change your ways!