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I was born in a motel room
The night my daddy lost his job
Just after one, he pulled a gun
And blew the brains out of some poor slob
They call me mamma...
They call me mamma...
They call me mamma's boy
But i don't care
I'll be a mamma...
I'll be a mamma...
I'll be a mamma's boy
Since daddy got...the electric chair.
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