Momma Don’t You Think

Big storm is brewing, winds are Jamaican
Palm trees are bending, soon they'll be breaking
Waters are rising, big wind is blowin'
Momma don't you think we ought to be goin'?

Life on the coast fifty kilos from Cuba
I'll walk away from my sailboat, my scuba
The storm and your fury are hopelessly blowin'
Momma don't you think we ought to be goin'?

Yes Momma, yes Momma, Daddy is evil
He got the mind and the spine of a weevil
No Momma he did not give me a clue
But Momma, what's come over you?

The breakers are broken, the jetty's near gone
Starfish are wanderin' all over the lawn
The storm and your fury are hopelessly blowin'
Momma don't you think we ought to be
Momma don't you think we ought to be
Momma don't you think we ought to be goin'?
Ought to be goin'?
Ought to be goin'?