Hey Mamma
Kids running crazy around the house
Is he at the bar again?
Fast train to wit's End
Throwing away money you don’t have
Here he comes, strolling in
Stinking of booze and smoke
Sorry, darlin, got caught up with the boys
Shooting pool and unno, shaking the week off
Aw come on, don’t be like that
Don’t start that damn crying, Jesus Christ
A man can’t go out for a few hours
I have to come back to this
What’s for dinner?
Hey, Mamma, kick him out
He isn’t gonna change anytime soon
Go get some love, real love
Love yourself
Tell him to take a left down Last Laugh Lane
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