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Mama's brain


:First time Tater heard the news,
:It had got him all confused,
:How'd mama die while drivin in her car?
:But then Tater got to thinkin,
:Maybe mama had been drinkin
:She musta spent all night out at the bar.

:It was Friday, seven thirty
:Mama workin to get purty:
:Made Tater and his brother watch the store.
:She was hopin to get lucky,
:Meet a man and get all fucky
:Our mama was a good hard workin whore.

:And she turned out on the highway with a bottle on the seat.
:She couldn't steer for beans and that's a drag.
:Mama tried to make the corner but momentum had her beat.
:Now they sendin us her brain home in a bag.

:Now that mama ain't no more,
:Leavin Tater with the store;
:Sellin bait and jerky, oil and gas.
:Tater's gonna need some money,
:And although it might sound funny.
:It's mama's brain that's gonna save his ass.

:So we sued the funeral parlor, for the way they sent her things
:They tried to claim it's Utahs' fault, but here is the snag.
:They shoulda knowed the smell weren't from the high heels and her wig.
:But they sent our mama's brain home in a bag.