Mama's Boy - The Blue Van

You prance around like you’re the king of the city

Always getting down with the nitty gritty

You smoke a bone, but you don’t inhale

Always bragging about the time you spent a night in jail

I can always tell a clown and i call your bluff

Always show your tail when the tough gets rough

You give up, you break down, 'cause your mama’s boy

Everyone around they can tell you’re a faker

Think the ramones is a t-shirt maker

You get down, but you don’t get high

So run on home to your ma and cry

I can always tell a clown, even in disguise

When it comes to being dumb you really take the price

All i hear you do is brag and scream and shout

Still you don’t have clue what it’s all about