Lyrics Call Your Mama - Tami Neilson

Call Your Mama

Change the locks to your box of things
Out on the street, but sure as hell kept your rings
You wanna lie and cheat, well
Whose food you gonna eat, now?
Whose bell you gonna ring-a-ding-ding
Playin' 'round like a cat with a string
Why don’t you call your Mama?
See if she wanna make up the spare room so you can stay
Why don’t you call your Mama?
She if she gonna float you a loan 'til you get paid
I don’t got time to give my time of day
Why don’t you call your Mama?
Call your Mama
I see you creepin' like you’ll never get caught
We know a leopard never changes its spots
Did you ever wonder, perhaps your days are numbered?
One time you’re gonna hear gunshots
Head in the clouds like you’re some kind o' King
Why don’t you call your Mama?
See if she wanna make up the spare room so you can stay
Why don’t you call your Mama?
She if she gonna float you a loan 'til you get paid
I don’t got time to give my time of day
Why don’t you call your Mama?
Call your Mama
Call your Mama, a-ring-a-ding-ding
Call your Mama, a-ring-a-ding-ding
Call your Mama, ring-a-ding-ding
Call your Mama, ring-a-ding-ding