Текст песни Momma Was An Opium-smoker

Momma was an opium smoker She light it with a red-hot poker She would never take a bath We would ask her, she'd just laugh Because our momma was an opium smoker She made it with a gentleman, Lincoln They met on a boat, it was sinking When she shoulda gone overboard Momma say "No way, oh my Lord Only of opium smoke am I thinking?" Oh help us Lord We can't afford her destructive ways You oughtta her hear what she says She would just sit on her fat ass Yell at us "Fill up my wine glass" She would tell us "How sad You won't ever know your dad" Oh yeah, my momma was opium smoker She hide the money and the drugs Under the mattress I wonder how long has she been at this? And I say "Mom, bang the gong Can't you see, it's gone all wrong?" Oh yeah, my momma was opium smoker