Your mammas yappin in the back seat
Tell her to push over and move them big feet
Every monday morning I gotta drive her down to the unemployment agency
Well this morning I aint fighting tell her I give up
Tell her she wins if shell just shut up
But it's the last time that she's gonna be ridin with me
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You can tell her there's a hot sun beatin on the blacktop
She keeps talkin shell be walkin that last block
She can take a subway back to the ghetto tonight
Well I got some beer and the highways free
And I got you, and baby youve got me.
Hey, hey, hey whataya say sherry darlin