
Date of issue: 20.03.2011
Song language: English
Mama Mama Blues Rusty Dusty Blues |
Mama don’t you beg your daddy for no diamond ring |
Mama don’t you beg your daddy for no diamond ring |
'cause mama you already got the best of everything |
I see you riding 'round, baby, riding in a brand new car |
I see you riding 'round, baby, riding in a brand new car |
I know you couldn’t buy it sitting on your caviar |
Now your bracelets, your furs and that paris label |
They’re laying right there, laying on the table |
They’ll come, hop, skip, and jumping as long as you’re able |
Go get me some money baby, and lay it on the table |
Get up, get up, get up, get up, woman |
Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty, don’t you hear me woman |
Get up, get up, get up, get up, woman |
Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty |
Get up mama, before it gets too rusty |
Now you’ve got the very best, the best of everything |
And baby, honey, you know how to do everything |
You even got that champagne taste |
But i’m so afraid baby, oh, you’ll let me go to waste |
Get up, get up, get up, get up, woman |
Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty, don’t you hear me Get up, get up, get up, mama |
Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty |
Get up mama, before it gets too rusty |