Mama

I like carpet and I like grass

I don't know what I'd lay on last

If I had my choice, I'd lay on you

Mama

Oh, mama

I like you, you are free

When we're apart I'm just not me

I'm like a chicken pot pie without the peas

Mama

Oh, mama

I like your car it is fast

I love it in the back when you grab my ass

I want to heat you up like a greasy bowl of chili

My mama, my mama, my mama

Yeah

You're so invigorating

I lose my inspiration

I sit here masturbating

Oh mama, my mama, my mama, my mama

Play it, honcho

I like art, it is fun

In the museum we got to hang us one

I want to hang you up on my wall like a crucifix

Mama, my mama, my mama, my ma-ma-ma-ma-mama