Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mama, Look a Boo-Boo, artist - Harry Belafonte. Album song Island in the Sun, in the genre Блюз
Date of issue: 30.04.2013
Record label: Gloria's Tunes
Song language: English
Mama, Look a Boo-Boo |
I wonder why nobody don’t like me |
Or is it the fact that I’m ugly? |
I wonder why nobody don’t like me |
Or is it the fact that I’m ugly? |
I leave my whole house and home |
My children don’t want me no more |
Bad talk inside the house they bring |
And when I talk they start to sing |
«Mama, look a boo boo,"they shout |
Their mother tell them, «Shut up your mouth» |
«That is your daddy, oh, no |
My daddy can’t be ugly» |
«So, shut your mouth, go away |
Mama, look at boo boo they |
Shut your mouth, go away |
Mama, look at boo boo they» |
I couldn’t even digest my supper |
Due to the children’s behavior |
«John, yes pa, come here a moment |
Bring the belt, you’re much too impudent» |
John says, «It's James who started first» |
James tells the story in reverse |
I drag my belt from off me waist |
You should hear them screaming round the place |
«Mama, look at boo boo,"they shout |
Their mother tell them, «Shut up your mouth |
That is your daddy, oh, no |
My daddy can’t be ugly» |
«So, shut your mouth, go away |
Mama, look at boo boo they |
Shut your mouth, go away |
Mama, look at boo boo they» |
I got carried away |
So I began to question the mother |
«These children ain’t got no behavior» |
So I began to question the mother |
«These children ain’t got no behavior» |
«They're playing with you,"my wife declared |
«You should be proud of them, my dear» |
Then children were taught too blooming slack |
That ain’t no kind of joke to crack |
«Mama, look at boo boo,"they shout |
Their mother tell them, «Shut up your mouth |
That is your daddy, oh, no |
My daddy can’t be ugly» |
«So, shut your mouth, go away |
Mama, look at boo boo they |
Shut your mouth, go away |
Mama, look at boo boo they» |
I wonder why nobody don’t like me |
Or is it the fact that I’m ugly? |
I wonder why nobody don’t like me |
Or is it the fact that I’m ugly? |
I leave my whole house and go |
My mishpucha don’t want me no more |
Bad talk inside the house they bring |
And when I talk they start to sing |
«Mama, look a boo boo,"they shout |
Their mother tell them, «Shut up your mouth |
That is your daddy, oh, no |
My daddy can’t be ugly» |
«So, shut your mouth, go away |
Mama, look at boo boo they |
Shut your mouth, go away |
Mama, look at boo boo they» |
«Shut your mouth, go away |
Mama, look at boo boo they |
Shut your mouth, go away |
Mama, look at boo boo they |
Shut your mouth» |