[Intro: Spoken]
Here boom boom boom boom here..ga
Look out!
We're going to bring somebody up on stage now with us
A Mr. David Woodford
Going to blow some sax, yeah
Watch this man......go!

[Chorus 1]
Well...some like them short
Some like them tall
Some like them thing
Skinny legs and all
I like them buttered
I like them proud
Now when they walk
You know they draw a crowd

[Chorus 2]
See...yeah, well you got to have a mother for me
Got to have, wat are you say, what are you say
See...yeah, well you got to have a mother for me
One more, gimme, gimme
See...hey, well you got to have a mother for me
Heah!
[Bridge]
Yeah...popcorn...yeah, popcorn, yeah
Cheese cake...yeah, cheese cake
Where are you honey, I can't see ya
There ya baby!
Yeah, yeah uumm uumm uum...yeah
Listen here

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]
See...heah well, you got to have a mother for me...yeah
Listen here!
See...uuumm well, you got to have a mother for me...yeah
See...well you got to have a mother for me...yeah
See...well you got to have a mother for me
Said you got to have a mother for me
Said you got to have a mother for me
Said you got to have a mama
Said you got to have a mama
Said you got to have, said you got to have
I said you got to have, I said you got to have
Get on

[Bridge]
She got to give just what she got
To get just what she wants
She got to give just what she got
To get just what she wants
She got to give just what she got
To get just what she wants
She got to give just what she got
She can get, she can get a what she wants
What it is, what it is, just what it is
[Chorus 2]
See...well, you got to have a mother for me
Said you got to have a mother for me
Said you got to have a mother for me
Said you got to have a mama, said you gotta have a mama
Said you got to have
Said you got to have
I said you got to have
Said you got to have
I said you got to have
Said you got to have
I said you got to have
Uuumm honey, you got to have a mama for me...uuut!

[Outro]
Thank you!
The King! Something by the King!
Well you know the King!

Checkmate honey, beat ya at your own damn game
No dice honey, I'm livin' on the astral plane
Feet's on the ground, and your head's goin' down the drain
Oh, heads I win, tails you lose, to the never mind
Where to draw the line

An Indian summer, Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet net winner, and rarely ever left the store
She'd sing and dance all night, and wrong all the right out of me
Oh, pass me the vile and cross your fingers, it don't take time
Nowhere to draw the line
Hi ho silver, we were singin' all your cowboy songs
Oh, you told Carrie, and promised her you wouldn't be long
Heads I win, tails you lose, lord it's such a crime
No dice honey, you're the salt, you're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey, you're the only one who's got to choose
Where to draw the line

Checkmate, don't be late
Take another pull
That's right
Impossible
When you got to be yourself
You're the boss, the toss
The price, the dice
Grab yourself a slice
Nowhere to draw the line