I ask about your turtle,
and you ask about the weather,
Well, I can't jump the hurdle
and we can't get together.
We could be relaxing
in my sleeping bag,
But All you want to do for
me mama is a
Rag Mama Rag.
Theres nowhere to go,
Rag Mama Rag.
Come on resin up the bow.
Rag Mama Rag,
where do ya roam?
Rag Mama Rag,
bring your skinny little body
right home.
Its dog eat dog and cat eat mouse, you can
Rag Mama Rag all over my house
Hail stones beatin on the
roof,
the bourbon is a hundred proof,
its you and me and the telephone
Our destiny is quite well
known.
We don't need to sit and brag.
All we gotta do is
Rag Mama Rag
Rag Mama Rag.
Where do you roam?
Rag Mama Rag,
bring your skinny little body
back home
Marco Giunco |
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