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Mama Told Me (Not To Come)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Three Dog Night
Three Dog Night
Performer
Mike Allsup
Mike Allsup
Guitar
J. Greenspoon
J. Greenspoon
Keyboards
Joe Schermie
Joe Schermie
Bass Guitar
Floyd Sneed
Floyd Sneed
Drums
Cory Wells
Cory Wells
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Randy Newman
Randy Newman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richard Podolor
Richard Podolor
Producer
Gabriel Mekler
Gabriel Mekler
Producer
Bill Cooper
Bill Cooper
Engineer

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Want some whiskey in your water? Sugar in your tea? What's all these crazy questions you're askin' me? This is the craziest party that could ever be Don't turn on the lights 'cause I don't wanna see Mama told me not to come Mama told me not to come "That ain't the way to have fun, no" (uh-uh!) Open up your window, let some air into this room I think I'm almost chokin' from the smell of stale perfume And that cigarette you're smokin' 'bout scare me half to death Open up the window, sucker, let me catch my breath Mama told me not to come Mama told me not to come "That ain't the way to have fun, son" "That ain't the way to have fun, son" she said The radio is blastin', someone's knockin' at the door I'm lookin' at my girlfriend, she's passed out on the floor I seen so many things I ain't never seen before I don't know what it is, I don't wanna see no more Mama told me not to come Mama told me not to come She said, "That ain't the way to have fun, son" "That ain't the way to have fun, no" Mama told me, mama told me Mama told me, told me, told me Mama told me, told me, ooh, yeah, yeah Mama told me not to go Mama told me, mama told me Ain't that the truth "That ain't the way to have fun, no" "That ain't the way to have fun, son" "That ain't the way to have fun, no" "That ain't the way to have fun, son" "That ain't the way to have fun, no" "That ain't the way to have fun, son" "That ain't the way to have fun, no" "That ain't the way to have fun, son"
Writer(s): Randy Newman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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