Well I've seen 'em all little mamma
From the broken hearted to the mad
And no stethoscope of meter's
Gonna put it right in my head

No I can't work you out
And it's making me a little sad

Well you terrorise everybody
With the blunt end of a knife
Who you gonna kill little mamma
Have you got somebody in mind

No I can't work you out
And I'm not even gonna try

Now I've seen it all little mamma
And my best and only advice
Is keep out of reach of children
Till I tell you otherwise

No I can't work you out
And I'm not even gonna try