Momma Was an Opium-Smoker

Momma was an opium smoker
She light it with a red-hot poker
She would never take a bath
We would ask her, she’d just laugh
Because our momma was an opium smoker
She made it with this gentleman, Lincoln
They met on a boat, it was sinkin'
When she shoulda gone overboard, momma say «No way, oh my Lord
Only of opium smoke am I thinkin'.»
Oh, help us, Lord
We can’t afford
Her destructive ways
You oughta' hear what she says!
She would just sit on her fat ass
Yell at us, «Fill up my wine glass!»
She would tell us, «How sad
You won’t never know your dad.»
Oh yeah, my momma was an opium smoker
Go, momma, go
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
She hide the money and the drugs in the mattress
I wonder how long she’s been at this
And I say, «Mom, bang the gong
Can’t you see it’s gone all wrong?»
My momma was an opium smoker