Since we was tiny tadpoles, there's only been one gal

She washed and clothed and fed us, and boosted our morale

We owe her everything we gots, everything we ever had

And she never did run out on us, not like our crummy dad

Two, three, four!

Mudda! We love you, Mudda!

In this garlic bread called life, she was the butter!

She told us, "Boys, don't fight"

She taught us wrong from right

Her heart, it was pure gold

She was our Mudda

We miss yas, Ma