Mamas and Papas

Children signing hallelujahs
In your streets
Many mothers weeping, oh they're weeping
To make ends meet
Baby brother's dancing downtown
On dirty feet

He's dancing for a gotcha, to the
Mamas and Papas

Daddy's digging his pockets, oh his pockets
It's a coal man's feast
He comes home to find no
No no
Sons to seek
They're tearing up your city, oh your city
With tears on their cheeks

Forget what they taught, but don't forget your
Mamas and Papas

Your old man is asking, oh he's asking
What makes you angry
Ripping up that money, oh that money
Like money is free
Lesson learner, dollar burner
It ain't a dollar for me

Well, what's a buck, good luck good luck to your
Mamas and Papas



Credits
Writer(s): Alec Szuba
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