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Mama T

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Mama T

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Hey Mama T, Hey Mama T-razor stepping down the street

Mama sing T-razor Mama T, Mama T, look what you done to this child

Oh we’re living so quiet on the street out there

I didn’t have a notion, not one bull’s notion or a care

I went swinging oh from gutter to gutter, you could almost smell me

Mama T come looking for me, Mama T-razor just as sharp as a knife

Mama T-razor come looking for me, Mama T you bring me roses every day

My Mama T bring me roses every day, Mama T bring me roses every day

My Mama T bring me roses every day

Lying’ down, keeping quiet, don’t know what, start a riot!

Well I ain’t got my gloves on!

I don’t care about the town square

I don’t care about New Delhi, otherwise

Only Mama T-razor saved me, Mama T-razor come and help me up

Mama T, Mama T, my Mama T, my Mama T little a razor come up and saved me

Gutter to gutter, ghetto to ghetto, get to hell!

Who knows how they smell?

Who know who the lepers are, who the unclean are

Tell me who the lepers are, who the unclean are

Mama T-Razor gonna tell you now, Mama T-razor stepping’ up and out

Mama T-Razor, sharp as you like

Mama T-razor sharper than any marlinspike

The marlin, the marlin, the marlin, the marlin

Here come that swordfish, gonna cut you down like a little sharp razor

Razor sharp like Mama T, going to cut you

Mama T, get it together

Mama T, get it together

Mama T, spread my bed with roses every day

Spread my bed with roses every day

Every flower in the rainbow, they all belong to me

They came from Mama T

Mother Theresa stepping up on me

Mother T, all them roses

Cover me with roses every day

She cover me with them roses and them flowers

Red?

Indigo?

Must you go?

Here come, here come the Saffron

Here come that gofor, run

Here come the Twyler

You can throw me roses every day

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