My Mamma Lyrics

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?