Bob And Tom - Mama Was A Hitman Lyrics
I remember when I was 'bout 2 years oldIn a play pen, on a grassy knollcountin' hollow points, waving at carswith some new schoolbooks Mr. Oswald said were oursMama would take us to work and some Cuban held our handMama was a HitmanWe'd cross the country changing schoolsMama and me and some guy named RaulI failed the fourth grade cause they said I was dumbthey found the principal floatin' in a 55-gallon drumthen all the teachers all put me on the straight-A planMama was a HitmanI tried basketball in the 7th gradeyou could count on one hand the shots that I madeI got to practice so little but I didn't play noneuntil the coach found an ice pick stuck threw his craniumthe assisstant coach said, "Son, I'm you biggest fan."Mama was a HitmanShe baked cyanide cookies and red car bombsall the while disguised as a soccer momOur little league coach was James Earl Rayour team pictures were taken by the CIAshe could whack out a witness while workin' the concession standMama was a HitmanOur babysitter was Mr. Something SirhanMama was a HitmanShe could build a bomb in a bowl of Raisin BranPicked us up from school and we flew to AfghanistanMama was a Hitman
