Sick Mommy
Laurence Overmire
Sick Mommy
Sick Mommy
Oh. Yeah.
Sick Mommy
Sick Mommy
Oh. Yeah.
She’s a sick mommy, mama
And I don’t know why.
Took me to the store and
Left me all alone
Locked me in the basement
With a slide trombone.
Sick Mommy, Sick Mommy
Don’t know why
She’s colder than a cooler
With those ice-pick eyes
Can’t seem to function
When the heart has died.
Sick Mommy
Sick Mommy
Oh. Yeah.
Sick Mommy
Sick Mommy
Oh. Yeah.
Had a little doggy that
I loved so much
Mommy didn’t like him
So they put him in a truck
Don’t know what happened
But my heart was broke
And no one saw me crying
Not a word was spoke.
She’s a sick mommy, mama
And I don’t know why.
Help your Mommy
Do the dishes
Help your Mommy
Make the bed
Your Mommy’s feeling poorly
That’s what my Daddy said.
And outside her door
In the middle of the night
You could hear my Mommy crying
And I don’t know why.
Sick Mommy
Sick Mommy
Oh. Yeah.
Sick Mommy
Sick Mommy
Oh. Yeah.
Summer’s come and gone
Winter’s in the air
And sick mommy mama
She just sits and stares.
I gotta do the dishes
I gotta make the bed
I gotta weed the garden
Put the garbage in the shed.
Sick Mommy
Sick Mommy
Oh. Yeah.
Sick Mommy
Sick Mommy
Oh. Yeah.
Sick Mommies, Sick Daddies
Sickly boys and girls
They’re all in the papers now
And on the nightly news
Little sick Billy
Shooting
Shotguns
In the schools.
Sick Mommy
Sick Mommy
Oh. Yeah.
Sick Mommy
Sick Mommy
Oh. Yeah.
And I gotta clean the mirrors
Gotta look you in the eye
I’m a sick mommy, mama
And they don’t know why
Sick Mommy
Sick Mommy
Oh. Yeah.
Sick Mommy
Sick Mommy
Oh. Yeah.
Oh. Yeah.
