Mother Popcorn/Draw The Line [Live! Bootleg]
Here boom boom boom boom herega look out!
We're going to bring somebody up
On stage now with us a Mr david Woodford
Going to blow some sax, yeah
Watch this mango!
Wellsome like them short some like them tall
Some like them thing skinny legs and all
I like them buttered i like them proud
Now when they walk
You know they draw a crowd
Seeyeah, well you got to have a mother for me
Got to have, wat are you say
What are you say
Seeyeah, well you got to have a mother for me
One more, gimme, gimme
Seehey well you got to have a mother for me
Heah!
Yeahpopcornyeah, popcorn, yeah
Cheese cakeyeah, cheese cake
Where are you honey, I can't see ya
There ya baby! Yeah, yeah uumm uumm uumyeah
Listen here
Wellsome like them short some like them tall
Some like them thing skinny legs and all
I like them buttered i like them proud
Now when they walk
You know they draw a crowd
Seeheah well
You got to have a mother for meyeah
Listen here! Seeuuumm well
You got to have a mother for meyeah
Seewell you got to have a mother for meyeah
Seewell you got to have a mother for me
Said you got to have a mother for me
Said you got to have a mother for me
Said you got to have a mama
Said you got to have a mama
Said you got to have, said you got to have
I said you got to have
I said you got to have get on
She got to give just what she got
To get just what she wants
She got to give just what she got
To get just what she wants
She got to give just what she got
To get just what she wants
She got to give just what she got
She can get, she can get a what she wants
What it is, what it is, just what it is
Seewell, you got to have a mother for me
Said you got to have a mother for me
Said you got to have a mother for me
Said you got to have a mama
Said you gotta have a mama
Said you got to have said you got to have
I said you got to have said you got to have
I said you got to have said you got to have
I said you got to have uuumm honey
You got to have a mama for meuuut!
Thank you! The King! Something by the King!
Well you know the King! Checkmate honey
Beat ya at your own damn game
No dice honey, I'm livin' on the astral plane
Feet's on the ground
And your head's goin' down the drain
Oh, heads I win, tails you lose
To the never mind where to draw the line
An Indian summer
Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet net winner
And rarely ever left the store
She'd sing and dance all night
And wrong all the right out of me
Oh, pass me the vile and cross your fingers
It don't take time nowhere to draw the line
Hi ho silver
We were singin' all your cowboy songs
Oh, you told Carrie
And promised her you wouldn't be long
Heads I win, tails you lose
Lord it's such a crime
No dice honey, you're the salt
You're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey
You're the only one who's got to choose
Where to draw the line
Checkmate, don't be late take another pull
That's right impossible
When you got to be yourself
You're the boss, the toss
The price, the dice grab yourself a slice
Nowhere to draw the line