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Lletres: Rodney Carrington. Momma's Got Her Boobs Out.

I remember way back, when I was just a boy
Going places with my mom and dad
It used to scare me to death
How mamma used to act
After six or seven beers she's had

We were sittin' at a table
When mamma got disabled
All the liquor runnin' through her head
Soon I got to chokin', daddy wasn't jokin'
When he grabbed me by the arm and said

Don't look now, mamma's got her boobs out
Showing everybody in town, faces turnin' red
We were wishing we were dead
There were people standin' all around, yeah

When mamma get to drinkin'
There ain't much thinkin'
There's nothing anybody can do
You just hope and pray
There never comes a day
When mamma's out drinkin' with you

Well, we got her in a truck
And we started drivin' home
When mamma said she had to go
Daddy pulled over
We were standin' on a shoulder
While mom was puttin' on a show

Well, he started up the truck
And mamma stood up
With the pants still around her knees
When we heard mamma holla
If you give me a dollar
I'll let you take a peek at these

Don't look now, mamma's got her boobs out
Showing everybody in town, faces turnin' red
We were wishing we were dead
There were people standin' all around

When mamma get to drinkin'
There ain't much thinkin'
There's nothing anybody can do
You just hope and pray
There never comes a day
When mamma's out drinkin' with you

You just hope and pray
There never comes a day
When mamma's out drinkin' with you