Your Ma

I've got an itch that I can't fixI'm gonna get your mother to mix me a drinkJust thinkShe takes my hand to put it up her skirtI'll call you up to dish the dirt on herSo it doesn't reoccurYour Ma will do itI don't know where to hideBefore I know it her hand's insideI know the damage that she can do with her hands untiedI try to keep her on hubbie's workBut if I don't stop she'll think I'm a jerkA jerkChorusGo on!Upper grade...I've got a problem with someone's mumBut she relieves me of my daily humdrumAnd while I stand there taking off her dressI guess I'm in a messCos she wants a boy with the teenage driveAnd knock his socks off his teenage lifeAnd then I remember - She's your daddy's wife