[Intro: Croaks, Ribby, Ribby & Croaks]
Since we was tiny tadpoles, there's only been one gal
She washed, and clothed, and fed us, and boosted our morale
We owe her everything we gots, everything we ever had
And she never did run out on us, not like our crummy dad
Two, three, four!

[Verse 2: Ribby & Croaks, Ribby, Croaks]
Mudda! We love you, Mudda!
In this garlic bread called life, she was the butter!
She told us, "Boys, don't fight"
She taught us wrong from right
Her heart, it was pure gold

[Outro: Ribby & Croaks, Croaks]
She was our Mudda
We miss yas, Ma