Fore She Was Mama

'Bout ten years old, hide and seek
 I found me in the closet
 Ready, not I stumbled on
 And opened up that box of
 Yearbooks, letters, black and whites
 A hundred, maybe more
 Next thing I know my brothers and me
 Got 'em scattered on the floor, yeah
 There was one of her, flippin' the bird
 Sittin' on a Harley
 And a few with some hairy hippie dude
 Turns out his name was Charlie
 Her hair, her clothes, her drinkin', smokin'
 Had us boys confused
 I'll never forget the day
 Us nosy kids got introduced
 To mama 'fore she was mama
 In a string bikini in Tijuana
 Won't admit she smoked marijuana
 But I saw mama 'fore she was mama
 We put that box right where it was
 And never said a word
 Oh, but growin' up got hard just tryin'
 Not to picture her
 In anything but aprons, dresses
 Mini-vans and church
 Oh and daddy would have whooped our butts
 For diggin' up that dirt
 On mama 'fore she was mama
 In a string bikini in Tijuana
 She won't admit she smoked marijuana
 But I saw mama 'fore she was mama
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 We laugh and hang it over her head
 Right above her halo
 Her face turns red when we bring up
 That tie-dyed Winnebago
 She runs and hides and still denies
 That hip high rose tattoo
 She burned that box of forget-me-nots
 When she found out we knew
 About mama 'fore she was mama
 In a string bikini in Tijuana
 Won't admit she smoked marijuana
 But that was mama 'fore she was mama
 And there's that one down in the Bahamas
 Oh, but that was mama 'fore she was mama
 Yeah, caught red handed