Well I'm a runnin' down the road
try'n to shoot my load
I've got seven mothers on my mind
Four that wanna blow me,
two that wanna stroke me
One that likes it from behind
Your mom's easy, you mom's easy
Don't let the sound of her loud squeels
drive you crazy
Lighten up while you still can
Don't even try to understand
I Just found a place to stick my hand,
and take it easy
Well, I'm a standin' on a corner
in Winslow, Arizona
Such a fine sight to see
It's your mom my lord in a flat-bed Ford
Slowin' down to take a look at me
Come on, baby, don't say maybe
She's gotta know the taste
of my sweet gravy
She gets to screw the almighty Grin,
Cuz I may never be here again
She opens up I'm climbin' in,
You mom is easy
Well, I'm a runnin' down the road
lookin' to shoot my load
Got a world of trouble on my mind
Lookin' for a mother
who will be my lover,
she isn't too hard to find
Your mom's easy, your mom's easy
Don't let the sound of her loud squeals
make you crazy
Come on baby, don't say maybe
She's gotta know the taste
of my sweet gravy
i TRIED TO RECORD AN ALBUM. tHE FIRST TRACK WAS A COVER OF fLEETWOOD mAC'S "oH dADDY." bUT i COULDN'T GET PAST THE CHORUS, AND IT CEASED TO BE AN ALBUM AND TURNED INTO A PORNO.
I always thought The Grip is from the Hills of Europe.
And due to popular demand, I give you (and your mother) "Rock the Casbah"...Or sould I say "Rock Your Momma"?
Now The Grip told me "now listen, man
That momma let her panties drop
Lets oil down and head way
She'll be shakin' til we stop"
Your mother jumped in the sack
No need for that little blue pill
My schlong was a' standing
and she stuck it in her grill
E.P. doesn't like it
Rocked his momma
Rock his momma
Yo momma really likes it
Rocked yo momma
Rock yo momma
By order of the yo momma
We did it on the ground
Just like Old Faithful
It squirted all around
But your momma wasn't out
She began to hum
Then she did something freaky
with her right hand thumb
And soon that momma
Had white stuff in her hair
We began to wail
E.P. doesn't like it
Rocked his momma
Rock his momma
Yo momma really likes it
Rocked yo momma
Rock yo momma
Now over in the bedroom
Oh! She really likes The Grin
The mothers say I'm cool
And really dig my thing
I give them a look at my erection
The mothers all hi-five
The crowd caught a glimpse
and want to jump and jive
E.P. doesn't like it
Rocked his momma
Rock his momma
Yo momma really likes it
Rocked yo momma
Rock yo momma
So I called up The Grip
I said we better earn our pay
Drop loads on EP's mom
She likes it every way
As soon as the The Grip and I were
Chauffeured outta there
The EP's mom washed
The jizz out of her hair
The Grip and I went
Out for a beer
And then we sang:
E.P. doesn't like it
Rocked his momma
Rock his momma
Yo momma really likes it
Rocked yo momma
Rock yo momma
EP thinks it's not kosher
Fundamentally he can't take it.
You know he really hates it.
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