Azt mondta af anyukam (Mamma Said)

Yesterday my mamma said, "Your hair's too long, hold your head up, yeah. Go away and get it cut and don't come back until it's short, no, ooh." Friday morning on the pray Preacher Heard is preachin' it up. Angry 'cause he cannot see, why's he always pick on me? Oh... Mamma's sure to jump with joy for I am still her little boy, oh. People say I should behave, shouldn't run around or rave, oh, ooh. There's a lot of good advice to make me gentle, good and wise, oh. Though my hair's a bit too long, I know to ride what's right and wrong.