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papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa he's ready to go
and my Mama and me 

The clock strikes three Papa jumps to his feet 
Already Mama's cooking Papa something to eat 
At half past Papa he's a-ready to go
papa and my mama and me
The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet

Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa he's ready
mama kissed me and buttoned up my coat
And said now go and play out in the snow
Poor old papa carved the turkey and little sister cut the cake
Then we
a home for my mama and my papa and me
The clock strikes three papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' papa somethin' to eat
At half past papa he's
blood is running through my veins
Mama's gone to find him so she can't ease my pain
Another woman holds me now in a little different way
Now I know why
on me
Soon a voice, oh so tender and dulcé was saying
"ti amo" (i love you, I love you) like a
Dream comin' true mama roma had sent me to you
(mama
about him
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Mama just hung her head and said: Son

Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat
Papa and my Mama and me

The clock strikes three, Papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cookin' Papa something to eat
At half past, Papa, he's ready
trip; let me tell you where to go,
Go to Engeland, oh;

Mama's old pajamas and your papa's mustache,
Falling out the window sill, frolic in the grass,
papa and my mama and me

The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's ready
papa and my mama and me

The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's ready
my papa and my mama and me

The clock strikes three and papa jumps to his feet
Already mama's cooking papa something to eat
At half past, papa he's
hugged his mama
And said "Hey, Papa, little man, want to go with me somewhere 'n' grab a beer?"
So we're sittin' at this table when
This fella
Here's a little girl playin' dress up
Somewhere under all that lace
Standin' in her mama's high heeled shoes
With a lipstick covered face
lock me up

Oh, don`t hand me Johnny`s pup mama
As I might squeeze him too tight
I`m havin` crazy dreams again mama
So let me tell you `bout last
This time last year there sure was
A lot of sad faces around this old house
Our papa died without fulfillin' his life's dream
Of producing one
they all gathered in when Mama died
They were quick decidin' papa couldn't handle business
And the six of them all said let's subdivide
You could see
a man sign up on that
Automotive dream, oh yeah
Oh Papa Papa Hobo
Could you slip me a ride
Well, it's just after breakfast
I'm in the road
you bring me silver?
Mama, did you bring me gold?
Did you come to see me hanged
By that gallows pole?

Didn't bring any silver
Couldn't bring you
Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
Mama I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Mama looked up and said son

[Chorus]
Papa was a rolling
let 'em lock me up 

Oh, don't hand me Johnny's pup mama 
As I might squeeze him too tight 
I'm havin' crazy dreams again mama 
So let me tell you
trip; let me tell you where to go,
Go to Engeland, oh;

Mama's old pajamas and your papa's mustache,
Falling out the window sill, frolic in the grass,
the tower of Big Ben 
The rosy red cheeks of the little children 

Mama's old pajamas and your papa's mustache, 
Falling out the window sill, frolic in
In dreams
It seems
I always see
Avenue P
As it ought to be 
In a four-star movie
Directed by me
And starring, of course,
Yours truly,
Rosie