Wanna buy a new car
But the price ain’t right
Be a downside cheaper (yes it would)
Star riding a bike
They are making milk out of powder
Got the baby’s crying
Rich gone up higher
Got the parents lying
Lord, its a real mother for ya (yeah)
make you wanna run for cover
And if you look you will discover (yeah)
Lord, its a real mother for ya yeah.
Got to go to a disco
Throw your troubles away
Dance to the music
That the DJ’s play
And then the light come on Like you knew they would
Go home and face the music
that dont sound to good
Lord, its a real mother for ya (yeah)
make you wanna run for cover
And if you look you will discover (yeah)
Lord, its a real mother for ya yeah.
Lord, its a real mother for ya (yeah)
make you wanna run for cover (yes it will)
And if you look you will discover (yeah)
Lord, its a real mother for ya yeah
its a real mother for ya yeah (auw, get out of here)
To cold
Gimme 3 gallons of low lead
and two hot dogs and a strawberryshake
This song played on the streets of Jefferson Avenue at Flame Record Store - people busted into doing the Bump right there! The song was so funky that even Father Nuwer bought it and jammed it in his Buick AND at the Parsonage. I knew this song before I knew algebra!!! COLD!!! NASTY!!! TRUE!!!