Mumma's Boy

Mumma's boy knows the ladies
Got'em thinking he's the man
He knows all of your answers
When he holds your hand
Mumma's boy he's talking
And agrees on all accounts
Life is pretty easy
When Mumma sorts life out

I father, you mother
But boy he got the grin
And he knows he ain't got nothing
To lose, nothing to win
It don't cost a heartbeat for anyone to see
How life between both you and your
Mumma's boy will be

Will the man become the boy
Or will he even stay
You said yourself the last thing
Was for you to pay the way
Please now hear me darling
For you there's peace and joy
In a man you won't receive it
Nor in me or Mumma's boy

All his life has been and will be weekends in the sun
When oh boy Mumma, the sucker for he you will become
You're searching for something that he can't help you find
Don't you think you need some calm and space to clear your mind?