MOUNTAIN MAMA by Glinda Bowman 1983

 I’m a Mean Mountain Mama with a huge Buda-Bama
I take a bath, the Bedbugs crawl; I can laugh, while I Bawl
I sing, the dogs all squall, I make biscuits bounce off the wall
I’m a Mean Mountain Mama.

I’m a Mean Mountain Mama with a huge Buda-Bama
I’ll make you so mad, you’ll see red, I sweep dirt under the bed
I wash dishes with a dread, I  can’t remember a thing I’ve said
I’m a Mean Mountain Mama.

I’m a Mean Mountain Mama with a huge Buda-Bama
I pile the garbage in a stack, I wash clothes, they turn black
I scream the windows crack; I make a mess with a knack
I’m a Mean Mountain Mama.

I’m a Mean Mountain Mama with a huge Buda-Bama
I drink moonshine till I’m nuts, rub snuff, cough out my guts
I bake pies that bust, I paint wood and well it rusts
I’m a Mean Mountain Mama.

I’m a Mean Mountain Mama with a huge Buda-Bama
If you can’t conceive it or you don’t believe it
You’d better retrieve it or you might receive it
Cause…I’m a Mean Mountain Mama.

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