My Poor Mama

Yeah, my poor mama She oughta have a house in the Bahamas Infinity pool and a rosewood sauna A bank account with a couple more commas A closet full of Tony Lamas So much cash she could afford to burn it Lord knows she earned it 'Cause my poor mama, man I put her through hell She drained her savings account keeping me out of jail My poor mama, man I swear she's a saint The way she put in the overtime and never got paid If saving my can was worth a million dollars Than nobody'd be richer than my poor mama Yeah, like that time I wrecked her Corolla When I was driving it like I stole it Called her up on the Motorola Said I dodged a deer and I think its totaled Yeah, raising me sure was hard She oughta be living large 'Cause my poor mama, man I put her through hell She drained her savings account keeping me out of jail My poor mama, man I swear she's a saint The way she put in the overtime and never got paid If saving my can was worth a million dollars Than nobody'd be richer than my poor mama She'd have some change in her pocket Going jing a-ling a-ling Have a mansion in the Hamptons she only hits in the spring She'd be the proud new owner of a basketball team A private jet, a red corvette If it were up to me, oh 'Cause my poor mama, man I put her through hell She drained her savings account keeping me out of jail My poor mama, man I swear she's a saint The way she put in the overtime and never got paid If saving my can was worth a million dollars Than nobody'd be richer than my poor mama She oughta have a house in the Bahamas Infinity pool and a rosewood sauna A bank account with a couple more commas Yeah, my poor mama