Rusty Dusty Blues (Mama Mama Blues)

Mama, don't you beg your daddy for no diamond ring Mama, don't you beg your daddy for no diamond ring 'Cause, mama, you already got the best of everything I see you riding 'round, baby, riding in a brand new car I see you riding 'round, baby, riding in a brand new car I know you couldn't buy it sitting on your caviar Now your bracelets, your furs and that Paris label They're laying right there, laying on the table They'll come, hop, skip, and jumping as long as you're able Go get me some money, baby, and lay it on the table Get up, get up, get up, get up, woman Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty; don't you hear me, woman? Get up, get up, get up, get up, woman Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty Get up, mama, before it gets too rusty Now you've got the very best, the best of everything And, baby, honey, you know how to do everything You even got that champagne taste But I'm so afraid, baby, oh, you'll let me go to waste Get up, get up, get up, get up, woman Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty; don't you hear me? Get up, get up, get up, mama Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty Get up, mama, before it gets too rusty