Bad Daddy's Mama


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Talkin' 'bout yer Bad Daddy, baby
Lord he's comin' home to get ya
'bout a ninety n' hour, and uh
Talkin' 'about my hog ridin' mama
With yer legs wrapped around me
'n my big thumper hummin', and ah
Talkin' 'bout a long stretch o' highway
I could show ya whatcha missin', and ah
Whatcha soon be gettin', and ah
Talkin' 'bout yet Bad Daddy, baby
My hog ridin' mama
'n my big thumper hummin'

(Chorus)
One time, woncha take it to the back room
One time, with your tiger-striped pajamas, baby
One time, tell your friends and all your neighbors
That you're --
Bad Daddy's Mama
Bad Daddy's Mama
Bad Daddy's Mama
Bad Daddy's Mama

Talkin' 'bout yer Bad V-Twin
Lord, it's right between your legs
An it's throbbin' like an engine, and ah
Talkin' 'bout yer King and Queen leather
Custom padded pussy rider
An it's right against my back, and ah
Talkin' 'bout your Suicide Shifter
And an eighty inch Blockhead
Lord, a 5-speed Belt Drive, and ah
Talkin' 'bout yer Fat-bob
S & S chrome carbureator
Lord, my frame go rigid for ya

(Chorus repeats)

Here come yer Bad Dog, baby
He's sniffin' 'round yer corner
Got a red eye special for ya
Here come yer Alley Cat, baby
He's been up all night
Lookin' for a little taste
Here come yet Nighthawk cryin'
Got a red-wing flyin'
'n a rattlesnake a danglin;
Here come yer Howlin' Wolf
Ridin' fifty miles - just to catch ya alone
(Where's your sister?)

(Chorus repeats)