| I want to know who’s the boss around there
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| Somebody better step up now and make this all clear
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| They run your life with indecision
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| I would appreciate a little precision
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| But all I get is
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| Mommy sayin' ask your
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| Daddy says ask your Mom
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| Well I hang up the phone, said I’ll be right there
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| Then I pull up front to find we ain’t going nowhere, nowhere
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| Looks like somebody can’t make up their mind
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| I gotta half a tank of gas, and all that I find is
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| Uh, Mommy says ask your
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| Daddy says ask your Mom
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| Now you’ve been walkin' the line all of this time
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| They don’t know what your thinkin'
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| You got it all down, next time around
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| You’ve been doin' what you like
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| Partyin' all night
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| Playin' your records till the early early mornin' light, ow
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| That’s right
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| Whoo
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| Uh, uh
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| Uh, uh
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| Uh, uh
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| Uh, uh
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| Alright
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| Well, they don’t like me now 'cause I’m hip to their game
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| But just one more year, and they won’t have no one to blame
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| 'Cause baby you can come live with me
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| It ain’t no life of luxury
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| But no Mama sayin' ask your
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| Daddy sayin' ask your Mom
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| There’ll be no more Mama said ask your
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| Daddy said ask your Mom
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| I’m sick of that, sick of that
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| Momma said ask your
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| Daddy said ask your Mom
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| 'Cause there’s no decisions
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| Just Mama said ask your
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| Daddy said ask your Mom, ow |