Rolling Stones Crazy Mama
Well, you're crazy mama With your ball and chain And your sawn off shutgun Your blown out brains, yeah You can scandalize me Scorn my name You can steal my money And that don't mean a doggone thing 'Cause if you really think you can push it I'm gonna bust your knees with a bullet, ooh You're crazy mama, ah yeah Well, your oldtime religion Is just a superstition You're gonna pay high prices For your sacrifices, ah yeah All your blood and thunder Sure can't phase me none If you're gonna keep on comin' I'm gonna take it all head on And if you don't believe I'm gonna do it, yeah Just wait till you get hit by that bullet, ooh Crazy mother, ah yeah I'm comin' down to get you, boy, ooh Don't think I ain't thought about it It sure make my shackle rise And cold blood murder It make me wanna draw the line, yeah, ooh yeah Well, you're crazy mother With your ball and chain You're plain psychotic, ooh Plain insane And if you don't believe I'm gonna do it, yeah Just wait for the thud of that bullet, ooh You're crazy mother, ah yeah You're crazy mother, yeah You're crazy mother, yeah Crazy mother, yeah
