My Poor Mama

Yeah, my poor mama

She oughta have a house in the Bahamas

Infinity pool and a rosewood sauna

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

Then 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 it's 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

Then nobody'd be richer than my poor mama

She'd have some change in her pocket

Going ching-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

Private jet, red corvette if it we're 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

Then nobody'd be richer than my poor mama

(She oughta have a house in the Bahamas)

(Infinity pool and a rosewood sauna)

(Bank account with a couple more commas)

(Yeah, my poor mama)