Your mammas yappin in the back seat Tell her to push over and move them big feet Every monday morning I gotta drive her down to the unemployment agency Well this morning I aint fighting tell her I give up Tell her she wins if shell just shut up But it's the last time that she's gonna be ridin with me
(chorus) You can tell her there's a hot sun beatin on the blacktop She keeps talkin shell be walkin that last block She can take a subway back to the ghetto tonight Well I got some beer and the highways free And I got you, and baby youve got me. Hey, hey, hey whataya say sherry darlin