Mama He’s Not Right

Well, I got off early from my dead end job
And I headed to my girl’s parents’ place
And they didn’t hear me let myself in
I heard her sister state her case

Saying,
Mama, he’s not right
Something’s wrong with that guy
I heard he gets drunk and high
Don’t you turn a blind eye
Don’t let her out of the house tonight
Mama he may be polite
But I’ve heard sis and him fight
His beater car is a pigsty
I think he only has a clip on tie
Ohhhh, Mama, he’s not right

So I quietly let myself out
And I went to the local pub
It was Thirsty Thursday
I was ready for beers n grub

Sure enough, there she was
My girl and some biker dude
She said “Oh he’s just a friend”
And “You’ve ruined my mood”

And I said
Baby, he’s not right
Something’s wrong with that guy
He’s already drunk and high
He’s givin’ me the stink eye
Don’t go home with him tonight
Baby, he don’t look polite
And he sure wants to fight
His home is likely a pigsty
He likely don’t own a tie
Ohhhh baby, he’s not right

Then I found myself in a big pickle
One that forever changed my life
I was gonna have to alter things
If I was gonna attract a potential wife

So she’d say
Mama, he’s just so right
He’s a bit flawed but good guy
He doesn’t get drunk or high
In fact he has an artistic eye
And she’d be home every night
We’d make up after each fight
Even if our place was a pigsty
And I had a few nice ties
I’m sick of them sayin’
That I ain’t right

I wanna be that good man
Whose wife is hugging tight
And when we’re under the sheets
We’d explode like fireworks & dynomite

And she’ll say
Mama, you’re wrong,
For me, he’s very, very right.

August 15, 2018

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