| Mama down at six nights a week
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| And the bikers and the businessmen, they at her mystique
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| They’d lay down their money just to watch her long physique
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| Daddy played drums in a local rock-roll band
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| He’d pull up in his '84 customized van
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| And spend his tips watching Mama shake it to the band
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| Well now, they got married and Mama, she retired
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| Daddy got a job on a pole hanging telephone wire
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| They got everything their little hearts desired
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| Daddy worked the pole so Mama wouldn’t have to
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| There was no doubt at all their love was true
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| Well to make it through, you gotta do what you gotta do
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| Daddy worked the pole so Mama wouldn’t have to
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| My Daddy spent eighteen years in the snow and rain
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| And when he came home, Mama danced while the radio played
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| I never heard either one of them once complain
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| When I had to go to college, you know things got real tight
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| And Mama started thinkin' 'bout those wild and lucrative nights
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| She’d make three times the money just a-showing off her delights
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| She explained it all to Daddy and they formed a burlesque troupe |
| Now he plays drums in a thousand-dollar sharkskin suit
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| And I’m summa cum laude 'cause Mama’s still got the moves
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| Now Mama works the pole so Daddy doesn’t have to
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| There is no doubt at all their love was true
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| Well to make it through, you gotta do what you gotta do
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| Now Mama works the pole so Daddy doesn’t have to
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| Oh Daddy worked the pole so Mama wouldn’t have to |