Mama - revised by Party Princess

Here's the freaking lyrics: Hahaha

Mama, I'd like a new car.
'Cause my old one . . . is falling . . . apart at the seams.
Mama, I'd liiiike a new car.
Well, now, Mama, that cooolor's no good.
Mama, that color is shit.
I'd like one with roses and apples and spit.
Mama, that color is shit.

(Chorus?)

Shit. I think I have a mosquito bite.
And when the mosquitoes start to bite, yeah.
Just like the bugs that haaate us, uh-huh.
So come along and spray us, 'cause they'll never stop their fuuuuckiiin' drooone.
And when you go to the beach, wear damn sunscreen.


(I know where this part comes in so I put it there)

Mama, your hair's full of red.
Mama, the cat wants to be fed.
I'm really quite sober, except for my head.
Mama, your hair's full of red

We're taaanned after aall.
From horses we'd like to fall.
We ooown carry-ooons.
That movie whose name was Tron.

So pick up your pants and we'll all start to dance, and we'll never leave coats in the—haa—aaa—aaaaaall.

Promise KEPT! BLEH! Party Princess!