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Mama’s Boy (Letra)

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Hello Frank,
Hello mother dear
Hi, …, what are you doin’
I am trying to think of words that rhyme with vagina
Oh, lima? Like lima beans
How about that, that teenage witch, Sabina
No, that’s a made up-word, Jim
What if you change the word vagina to something else
Like box or pussy or cunt.
No, Jim……..

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Mama’s Boy (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

could’t keep a secret
got a concrete skull
couldn’t shut up you’re an imbecile
you’re an ugly dog there’s
nothing to gain
you couldn’t shut up got a
bad bad brain

couldn’t hold your tongue you were just too young
like a two year old you told you told
you are all the same jelly bean brain
every one’s a secret nerd
every one’s a closet lame

ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-mama’s boy

don’t want to work in a hot dog stand
be a busboy messenger or a doorman
it’s an abstract world you’re an
abstract man
abstract city don’t give a damn

Mama’s Boy (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Hello frank,
Hello mother dear
Hi, …, what are you doin’
I am trying to think of words that rhyme with vagina
Oh, lima? like lima beans
How about that, that teenage witch, sabina
No, that’s a made up-word, jim
What if you change the word vagina to something else
Like box or pussy or cunt.
No, jim……..

Mama’s Boy (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Could’t keep a secret got a concrete skull
Couldn’t shut up you’re an imbecile
You’re an ugly dog there’s nothing to gain
You couldn’t shut up got a bad bad brain

Couldn’t hold your tongue you were just
Too young like a two year old you told
You told you are all the same jelly
Bean brain every one’s a secret nerd.
Every one’s closet lame

Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-mama’s boy

Don’t want to work in a hot dog stand
Be a busboy messenger or a doorman
It’s an abstract world you’re an
Abstract man abstract city don’t give a damn

Mama’s Boy (Letra)

Ramones

Ramones

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I was born in a motel room
The night my daddy lost his job
Just after one, he pulled a gun
And blew the brains out of some poor slob

They call me mamma…
They call me mamma…
They call me mamma’s boy
But i don’t care

I’ll be a mamma…
I’ll be a mamma…
I’ll be a mamma’s boy
Since daddy got…the electric chair.