Seven Sore Bruises

Your momma caught me rockin' in a place she thought was shockin'

If it wasn't for the stocking that she found around my neck

I think she wouldn't care a little but she hit me like a skittle

And i landed in the middle of the dj's deck

Your momma caught me walkin' with a blonde i was a talkin'

And i didn't hear her stalkin' up behind me on the street

I tried to make her laugh it off,i saw she wouldn't have it

When she threw me at the traffic, well, i knew that i was beat

Seven sore bruises, your momma's big shoes did

For messin' 'round with floosies while your back was turned

She ravaged my poor legs, savaged my forehead

I wish i was dead, you know i sure got burned

Your momma caught me holding close a girl like we were soldered

And i guess she thought my olden days had all returned again

Because she threw me 'cross her shoulder, rammed my head into a boulder

And i went out even colder than a stone age man