My Mamma
My mamma don't like your Mama
She comes from the wrong side of the tracks
Your Mamma she ain't got no right
To be talking 'bout my Mamma just like that
My Mamma she minds her own business
Your Mamma should mind her own business too
My Mamma don't take no lip now
You'd better be watching your P's and Q's
Your Mamma makes blueberry pancakes
Every Saturday night when your daddy comes home
I know it 'cause I can still smell them
When I'm walking to church on Sunday morn'
I've never been inside your house
You've never been inside my house too
My says she's gonna whup me
If she ever catches me talking to you
My Mama says this world's too small
She says that it's too small for me and you
So I guess I'll just leave you a message
In the regular place you know what to do
But don't you be telling your Mama
'Cause there's no telling what she might do
My Mama don't like your Mama
I guess there's nothing we can do
My Mama don't like your Mama
Your Mama don't like my Mama
I guess there's nothing that we can do
My Mama don't like your Mama
Your Mama don't like my Mama
I guess there's nothing that we can do
Children of love, children of hate
Children of war, children of peace
Children of revolution
Ain't it time to be free?
She comes from the wrong side of the tracks
Your Mamma she ain't got no right
To be talking 'bout my Mamma just like that
My Mamma she minds her own business
Your Mamma should mind her own business too
My Mamma don't take no lip now
You'd better be watching your P's and Q's
Your Mamma makes blueberry pancakes
Every Saturday night when your daddy comes home
I know it 'cause I can still smell them
When I'm walking to church on Sunday morn'
I've never been inside your house
You've never been inside my house too
My says she's gonna whup me
If she ever catches me talking to you
My Mama says this world's too small
She says that it's too small for me and you
So I guess I'll just leave you a message
In the regular place you know what to do
But don't you be telling your Mama
'Cause there's no telling what she might do
My Mama don't like your Mama
I guess there's nothing we can do
My Mama don't like your Mama
Your Mama don't like my Mama
I guess there's nothing that we can do
My Mama don't like your Mama
Your Mama don't like my Mama
I guess there's nothing that we can do
Children of love, children of hate
Children of war, children of peace
Children of revolution
Ain't it time to be free?
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Writer(s): Nelson Oliver
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