Wilson Pickett
Wilson Pickett
Wilson Pickett
Wilson Pickett
Wilson Pickett
Wilson Pickett
Wilson Pickett
Wilson Pickett
Want some whiskey in your water?
Sugar in your tea?
What's all these crazy questions they're askin me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be
Don't turn on the lights cause I don't wanna see
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain't the way to have fun, no
Open up the window, let some air into this room
I think I'm almost chokin from the smell of stale perfume
And that cigarette you're smokin bout scare me half to death
Open up the window, sucker, let me catch my breath
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain't the way to have fun, son
That ain't the way to have fun, son
The radio is blastin, someones knockin at the door
I'm lookin at my girlfriend - she's passed out on the floor
I seen so many things I ain't never seen before
Don't know what it is - I don't wanna see no more
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said, That ain't the way to have fun, son
That ain't the way to have fun, no
That ain't the way to have fun, no
That ain't the way to have fun, son
That ain't the way to have fun, no
That ain't the way to have fun, son
That ain't the way to have fun, no
That ain't the way to have fun, son
That ain't the way to have fun, no
That ain't the way to have fun, son
Mama Told Me Not To Come was written by Randy Newman.
Mama Told Me Not To Come was produced by Dave Crawford & Brad Shapiro.