"We like to bring someone
Up on stage now with us.
A Mr David Woodford.
Gonna blow some sax, yeah"
Some like 'em short
Some like 'em tall
Some like 'em thin
Skinny legs and all
I like 'em buttered
I like 'em proud
Now when they walk
They draw a crowd
See, well you gotta have a mother for me
Watcha say, whatcha say...
See, well you gotta have a mother for me
One more, gimme, gimme
See, well you gotta have a mother for me
Popcorn, popcorn
Cheese cake, cheese cake
Hun' I can't see ya
There ya baby!
Listen here
Some like 'em short, some like 'em tall
Some like 'em thin, skinny legs and all
I like 'em buttered, I like 'em proud
And when they walk, you know they'll draw a crowd
See - well, you gotta have a mother for me
See - well, you gotta have a mother for me
See - well, you gotta have a mother for me
See - well, you gotta have a mother for me
Said you gotta have a mother for me
Said you gotta have a mother for me
And you gotta have a mother for me
Gotta have a mother,
Said you gotta have, said you gotta have,
Said you gotta have, said you gotta have
She got to give just what she got
To get hust what she wants
She got to give just what she got
To get hust what she wants
She got to give just what she got
To get hust what she wants
What it is, what it is, just what it is
See - well, you gotta have a mother for me
See - well, you gotta have a mother for me
See - well, you gotta have a mother for me
Let's get outta here
See - well, you gotta have a mother for me
Gotta have a mother for me
Gotta have a mother for me
Said you gotta have a mother, gotta have a mother
Said ya gotta have, gotta have...
Honey, you gotta have a mother for me
Draw The Line
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Checkmate honey
Beat you at your own damn game
No dice honey
I'm livin' on the astral plane
Feet's on the ground
Your head's going down the drain
Heads I win, tails you lose
To the never mind
That's where I Draw The Line
An indian summer
Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet net winner
And rarely ever left the store
She'd sing and dance all night
And wrong all the right out of me
Pass me the vile and cross your fingers
It don't take time
Know where to Draw The Line
High ho Silver, we were singing all the cowboy songs
You told Carrie
And promised her you wouldn't be long
Heads I win, tails you lose
Lord it's such a crime
No dice honey
You're salt, you're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey
You're the only one who's got to choose
Where to Draw The Line
Checkmate, don't be late
Take another pull
That's right
Impossible
When you got to be yourself
You're the boss, the toss
The price, the dice
Grab yourself a slice
Know where to Draw The Line
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