Hey mountain, hey mountainT-Razor, stepping down the streetMama saying, T-RazorMama T, Mama TLook what you've done to the childI've been living so quiet on the streetI didn't have a notionNot one more notion or a careI went swimmingFrom blood to tootin' goodBut I'm a smearMama T, come look at meMama T, Mama TMama T, where the shop isMama T, where the corn look and findMama T, you bring me roses every dayMama T, bring me roses every dayMama T, bring me roses every dayMama T, bring me roses every dayMama T, bring me roses every dayMama T, bring me roses every dayMama T, bring me roses every daySanae, mama TatistoMama T, bend down to the twoCover the flyers, I don't care about the town squareWell, I don't care about New Delhi or the WestI'm on itMama, take your handI let you sayMama, take your handCome and help meMama, take, mama, take, mama, take, mama, takeI love itLook up all the thingsGot to, got to, got to get to, got to, got toGet to hellWho knowsHow they smellWho knowsWho the lepers areWho the unclean areWho the lepers areWho the unclean areMama, take your handMama, take your handMama, take your handMama, take your handShoutShoutShoutI'm on my T sigueI'm on my T sigueI'm on my T sigueI'm on my T sigueACTIVISAACTIVISAACTIVISAACTIVISAACTIVISAPlease read thisTodayBillie MaeTodayAnd on first휙in theThat's 23And I won't stop until you're all I needCover me with roses and youAnd the roses in your flowersAnd all my feelings, they're gonna be thereThey're gonna sufferYou're gonna sufferYou're gonna sufferYou're gonna sufferYou're gonna sufferYou're gonna sufferYou're gonna sufferYou're gonna sufferDet er så gammelt, så visst, det er så ganske svært.
