| Ol' black Bascom, don’t break no mirrors
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| Cold black water dog, make no tears
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| You say you love me with what may be love
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| Don’t you remember makin' baby love?
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| Got your steam drill built and you’re lookin' for some kid
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| To get it to work for you like your nine-pound hammer did
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| But I know that you know that I know that you show
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| Something is tearing up your mind
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| Tell me, mama
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| Tell me, mama
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| Tell me, mama, what is it?
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| What’s wrong with you this time?
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| Hey, John, come and get me some candy goods
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| Shucks, it sure feels like it’s in the woods
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| Spend some time on your January trips
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| You got tombstone moose up and your brave-yard whips
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| If you’re anxious to find out when your friendship’s gonna end
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| Come on, baby, I’m your friend!
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| And I know that you know that I know that you show
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| Something is tearing up your mind
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| Tell me, mama
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| Tell me, mama
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| Tell me, mama, what is it?
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| What’s wrong with you this time?
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| Ohh, we bone the editor, can’t get read
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| But his painted sled, instead it’s a bed
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| Yes, I see you on your window ledge
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| But I can’t tell just how far away you are from the edge
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| And, anyway, you’re just gonna make people jump and roar
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| Whatcha wanna go and do that for?
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| For I know that you know that I know that you know
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| Something is tearing up your mind
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| Ah, tell me, mama
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| Tell me, mama
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| Tell me, mama, what is it?
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| What’s wrong with you this time? |