Hey Ma Get Papa Songtext

von Mick Ronson

There I stood like soap on heat
While blood ran thick past both my quaking feet
Into the street.

J.J. Dean and Pigsty Paul, just coughed and grinned
And sank into the pack, don't turn me back.

J.J. Had blessed us,
Cramped me up with salt, Tequila, lemon peel (C'mon, c'mon)
My heart began to reel. (C'mon, Let's do it again)

Hey Ma Get Papa
Soon you'll have no son to bitch
You're gonna cry (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
I've left a man to die. (I've left some man to die)

(Speaks when he screams?), with his old black jeans
And a spike from the ground, and all I saw was red
When he touched my head.

So I picked up a spike, that once was a fence
And I stuck it in his side, and all we saw was red, Oh Ma!
He must be dead.

Good god, we cracked out
Never threw up until we had run, ten blocks or more (C'mon, c'mon)
Then we really poured. (C'mon, Let's do it again)

Hey Ma Get Papa
Soon you'll have no son to bitch
You're gonna cry (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
I've left some man to die. (I've left some man to die)