"BABE, QUIT MAKIN' ME BLUE" [2013]


I wish my baby could one day maybe say to me 

She love me and rub me and hug me every now and then 

No, but Mama Queen she don't speak much 

(I mean the salty language of her sticky skin) 

See, I'm a saint 

I'm a sinner 

I'm a winner 

Now I'm runnin' from the law with you 

How I dig it when we finish eatin' dinner 

In the kitchen and you're lickin' up your big ol' lips for two 

 

Mama, it's so true 

So true what you do 

Babe, quit makin' me blue 

 

I had a lady from Melbourne, maybe... 

I never knew nothin' really, you know

A crazy baby with glasses all hazy 

Just hangin' in the dive-bar smoke 

We took looks under summertime clothes 

Till one day she had to up and go 

She left a book, stuck my skin with a hook 

Bound for London with fresh snow up her nose 

 

But oh, don't you know 

That mama, it's so true 

So true what you do 

Babe, quit makin' me blue 

 

Mama don't love me 

Oh, mama don't love me 

Oh, mama don't love me good