Lyrics
[Intro, spoken] Mamma, papa, you gave me life, But you drivin’ me crazy. All that shit you blowin’ up my email box about? Yeah, Thant’s not real. I ain’t got no time for this mess… [verse] Mamma you gotta calm the hell down, Reason’ your mail’s like a full time job! And Papa open your eyes and look around, And nobody in the world out to get you now! [chorus] Mamma, Papa,I just can’t take this from you, You gotta find ome other way to spend your time! I got a job and a home of my own to see to, Stop imagining problems and makin’ them mine! [bridge, spoken] So sorry I got to be the one to tell you, But y’all got to know the truth. You crazy. [verse] Now Mamma you know it’s a guarantee, Ain’t nothing in this here life is for free, If there’s a thing you use and ain’t no bill due, Then bet your bottom dollar the product is you! [chorus] And Papa if the computer spies on you, Why you givin’ it all your waking time? Time to move yourself all the way off the grid, Into a cave, paint the walls like your pappy did! [break, chanted] Email, clickity-clack, Voicemail, yackety-yack, Brain jail, smackety-smack, I had enough! That’s a fact, Jack! [chorus] And Papa if the computer spies on you, Why you givin’ it all your waking time? It’s time to get yourself all the way off the grid, Go into a cave and paint the walls like your grandpappy did! [verse] Oh, Mamma and Papa we’re past our last nerve, You spent all that goodwill you done used to serve, We need love not the useless crap you provide us, We’re your family, not your confirmation bias! [outtro, spoken] You know you’re my family, and I’ll always love you. But if you keep this mess up I’m gonna send someone out to your house to cut the power. I ain’t even playin’ around. I’m on my last nerve. Ever since our boy left it’s been all “chem trails”… “faking the moon landing”… “How the President and the Pope are really the same person in different costumes…” I’m over it! Get you a juice box and cool it on the couch. Watch any TV but the news. Here… Imma put on the Flintstones for your conspiracy theory having’ ass… [fade out]
