Lyrics:
out by the Cocomo
Cooked up a mess a mulligan
And got into a fight
Whistlin' past the graveyard
Steppin' on no crack
I'm a mean Mother Hubbard
you just high?
Mother Hubbard got me covered like Sarah Lee on her cherry pie."
Norman says to Simon, "Hey, if there are really aliens,
I would think
mother
She like it but I will not say I love her
She lookin' at my hardware like Hubbard's
Hey, what up
Switched everything upside-down
Your girl ain't so
yellow-bellied
Son of Tricky Dicky's
Gonna Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope, woo-hoo
No
yellow-bellied
Son of Tricky Dicky's
Gonna Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope, woo-hoo
No
yellow bellied, son of tricky Dicky is
Gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
Money for oil,
Money for oil.
I'm sick
son of tricky dicky,
Is gonna Mother Hubbard, soft soap me
With just a pocketful hope
There's money for all
Money for all
I'm sick to death of seeing
haired, yellow bellied, son of George Porgy is
Gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
Money for oil,
Money for oil.
I'm
She wore the wine colored dress with the collar ruched high
With the basque knife pleating on the skirt on the side
It wasn't a new dress, just
yellow-bellied, son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
No short-haired,
haired, yellow bellied, son of George Porgy is
Gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
Money for oil,
Money for oil.
I'm
bellied, son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope, money for rope
No short haired, yellow
Scooby went to scoop another scooby sack from Shaggy
Scooby will do anything: hops, weed or cavi
[Humpty-Hump]
Old Mother Hubbard's got a cupboard full
haired, yellow bellied, son of George Porgy is
Gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
Money for oil,
Money for oil.
I'm
yellow-bellied, son-of-tricky dick
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope
No short-haired,
Do you make the most of your five senses,
Or is your life like Old Mother Hubbard's shelf?
Well, mark this on your slate,
Life is not an empty
(This song is by Ray Wylie Hubbard)
He was born in Oklahoma
And his wife's name's Betty Lou Thelma Liz
And he's not responsible for what he's
(This song is by Ray Wylie Hubbard)
He was born in Oklahoma
And his wife's name's Betty Lou Thelma Liz
And he's not responsible for what he's
Do you make the most of your five senses,
Or is your life like Old Mother Hubbard's shelf?
Well, mark this on your slate
Life is not an empty
(verse)
do you make the most of your five senses,
Or is your life like Old Mother Hubbard's shelf?
Well, mark this on your slate,
Life is not
(verse)
do you make the most of your five senses,
Or is your life like Old Mother Hubbard's shelf?
Well, mark this on your slate,
Life is not
the cupboard is bare,
I'm joining the church and taking to prayer
The landlord's complaining
'Cause the rent is outstanding
And Old Mother Hubbard's ran
haired, yellow bellied, son of George Porgy is
Gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
Money for oil,
Money for oil.
I'm
bellied son of tricky dicky's
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hope
Money for dope, money for rope
No short haired yellow
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