You better be

good little boys,

or Mama's gonna have to take away your toys

Listen to me,

you don't behave,

You're gonna play yourselves right into the grave.

But you ain't taking

Mama along

And if you think you are, you're thinking wrong.

Noah noticed all that mud

So he built the ark, he was a clever kid

But tell me now: who do you think

brought on that flood?

Mama did, mama did!

So you better be

good little boys,

or Mama's gonna have to take away your toys

You think you're cute

in your general's suit,

shooting everybody down root-a-toot-toot.

Rattling swords

and polishing brass

And if you don't stop she's gonna kick your ass.

Moses paces on that mound

waits for God to say a thing or two.

But who do you think

provides that ground? I'm telling you,

Mama do, mama do!

So no more bombs!

and no more doom!

Now don't make mama have to clean your room!

The resident president

you may be

But honey you ain't to big to take across my knee.

So you better be

good little boys,

or Mama's gonna take away...

... I don't wanna do it, but you blow me up, and you kiss me off, and one of these days you're gonna piss me off...

And mama's gonna take away...

... I don't wanna do it, but your underground bombs are putting holes in my rug, and one of these days I'm gonna pull your plug...

And mama's gonna take away...

... I do not want to do it, but you gonna make me. I mean your trigger's cocked, and your fuse is lit, and mama ain't about to take no more of your shit.

She's gonna take away your toys!

28:48 end This little blue planet, she' all we got

So listen while your mama

Says what what what what what what...

I am going away, I heard her say

I'm going away, I heard her say

I'm going away, won't someone say goodbye...