‘Bout ten years old, hide and seek
I found me in the closet
Ready or not I stumbled on
And opened up that box of
Yearbooks, letters, black and whites
A hundred, maybe more
Next thing I know my brothers and me
Got ‘em scattered on the floor
There was one of her flippin’ the bird
Sittin’ on a Harley
And a few with some hairy hippie dude
Turns out his name was Charlie
Her hair, her clothes, her drinkin’ , smokin’
Had us boys confused
I’ll never forget the day
Us nosey kids got introduced
To Mama, ‘fore she was Mama
In a string bikini, in Tijuana
Won’t admit she smoked marijuana
But I saw Mama ‘fore she was Mama
We put that box right where it was
And never said a word
But growin’ up got hard just tryin’
Not to picture her In anything but aprons, dresses
Mini-vans and church
Oh and Daddy would have whooped our butts
For diggin’ up that dirt
On Mama, ‘fore she was Mama
In a string bikini
2007-03-06
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