| Mama goes where papa goes,
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| Or papa don’t go out tonight!
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| Mama goes 'cause mama knows
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| He can’t be trusted out o' her sight!
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| Mama’s got a feelin' that she must be near,
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| Just to help her keep papa’s conscience clear!
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| That’s why mama goes where papa goes,
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| Or papa don’t go out tonight!
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| Here’s your bedroom slippers and your favourite pipe,
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| Your yellow bathrobe with the favourite stripe.
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| Here’s your armchair, the book that you read,
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| And here’s your lovin' mama, I’ve got everyrthing you need!
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| You go with lots o' fellas, and you ain’t the worst,
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| But I think in terms of safety first!
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| Any clever gal will admit I’m right,
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| if you wanna keep your man keep him right in sight!
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| That’s why mama goes where papa goes,
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| Or papa don’t go out tonight!
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| Teacher used to tell me when I went to school,
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| «Any girl who trusts a man’s a doggone fool!»,
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| That’s why mama goes where papa goes,
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| Or papa don’t go out tonight!
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| And I’m sick o' your lies,
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| Your tired ali,
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| It took me some time but I finally got wise;
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| So make up your mind,
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| You can’t leave me behind,
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| Papa, you can’t go out tonight! |