QUEMAMA
Sat on the bottom of another street 
I hear you rumble from the creek 
A second a minute I lay here and wait 
Then I hear you say, “get up and play!” 
Well I heel I kneel I do what you say 
Another day I wait the promise is nay 
My friends are all strays 
Someone pass the mic “I’ll take it away!” 
I feel the anger boiling on me as it melts on my face 
I see another bird that’s singing dirty songs on my case 
It sets me off 
The pope keeps saying all these nasty things on the way 
Not quite touche 
I pick it up and jump to the seaside 
I’d move away 
I pick it up and jump to the seaside 
Drop dead, calm your tits 
Grab can of worms down from the shelf 
The pony takes another nap 
And the chubby kid screams “out of the way!” 
It’s time to climb down from the hill 
Now don’t you spill those precious pails 
Now mommy’s waiting in the kitchen 
You don’t want her waiting 
Not quite touche 
I pick it up and jump to the seaside 
I’d move away 
I pick it up and jump to the seaside 
I’ll be away 
I pick it up and jump to the seaside 
So far away 
I pick it up and jump to the seaside