Momma was an opium-smoker
She light it with a red-hot poker
She would never take a bath
We would ask her - she'd just laugh
Because our momma was an opium-smoker She made it with this gentleman, Lincoln
They met on a boat, it was sinking
When she shoulda gone overboard,
Momma say, "No way, oh my lord"
"Only of opium smoke am I thinkin'" Oh help us Lord
We can't afford, her destructive ways
You oughtta hear what she says!
She would just sit on her fat a**
Yell at us, "Fill up my wine gla**!"
She would tell us, "How sad"
"You won't never know your dad" Oh yeah, my momma was an opium-smoker
She hide the money and the d** in the mattress
I wonder, how long has she been at this?
And I say, "Mom, bang the gong"
"Can't you see, it's gone all wrong?"
Oh yeah, my momma was an opium-smoker