Mama Mama

Oh mama mama

I think I have died

Oh when I look at you 

you looked like you've cried

Oh mama mama

don't be too upset

It's just my bloody t-shirt that is soaking wet

 

Boy what you sayin'

you're not making sense

All this death talkin' is making me upset

Boy what you talkin' about

you've gone and lost your mind

I've got plenty of worries and just don't have the time

 

Oh mama mama

I really think I've died

I saw that light that flashed before my own two eyes

It was no joke

But I was on dope

Oh I swear I really think I have died

 

Mama mama! I'm dead! I'm dead!

I must have gone to sleep and died on my bed!

Oh mama mama!

Why don't you believe me?

At 6'oclock I will turn into a baby!

 

Boy what you talkin' about

sit down, think logically

At 6'oclock you will be right at home with me

Your heart is racing a million miles a beat

Just come right over here

SIt down right next to me

 

Mama mama

am I really dead?

Am I going crazy or is it all in my head?

I saw that white light

So joyful and bliss

It felt like God touched my soul and gave me a kiss

 

Oh baby boy

Maybe you died 

And the new you is getting used to this whole new life...

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