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What's all these crazy questions they're asking me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be
Don't turn on the lights 'cause I don't wanna see

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain't the way to have fun, no

Open up your window, let some air to this room
I think I'm almost choking from the smell of stale perfume
And that cigarette you're smoking, 'bout to scare me half to death
Open up the window, let me catch my breath

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain't the way to have fun, son
That ain't the way to have fun, son

The radio is blasting, someone's knocking at the door
I'm looking at my girlfriend, she passed out on the floor
I've seen so many things, I ain't never seen before
Don't know what it is, I don't wanna see it no more

Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said, "That ain't the way to have fun, son
That ain't the way to have fun, no

Mama told that
Mama told that
Mama told that

Mama told that
Mama told that
Mama told that

That aint the way to have fun, no
That aint the way to have fun, son
That aint the way to have fun, no
That aint the way to have fun, son

Mama told that
Mama told that
Mama told that

That aint the way to have fun, no
That aint the way to have fun, son
That aint the way to have fun, no
That aint the way to have fun, son

Mama told that
Mama told that
Mama told that

What's all these crazy questions they're asking me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be