HOLD TIGHT MAMA
Music and Lyrics by Frederick George Moore
Copyright © August 12th, 2009
Demophonic Music Publishing BMI
Used with permission
Shut down the kitchen, turn the lamps down low
It's time for entertainment, putting on a show
Act like we're "money", more than we could grow
Display the china, like we're rolling in the dough
Hide the potatoes, until the guests are gone
Pass off the chicken parts, as Pâté de Foie Gras
HOLD TIGHT MAMA, and put those checks away
No time to pay those bills, 'til we see better days
HOLD TIGHT MAMA, sell off your wedding gown
No time to pay the rent, your king has lost his crown
Some days are happy, other nights are blue
Why do we stick together, we haven't got a clue
Running from the landlord, in debt to all our friends
Some months we make it, then it all starts up again
It's rice and butter, 'til Uncle Ben is gone
We won't have heat & light, 'til power comes back on
HOLD TIGHT MAMA, and put those checks away
No time to pay those bills, 'til we see better days
HOLD TIGHT MAMA, sell off your wedding gown
No time to pay the rent, your king has lost his crown
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