Well I’ve seen ’em all little mammaFrom the broken hearted to the madAnd no stethoscope of meterâsGonna put it right in my headNo I canât work you outAnd itâs making me a little sadWell you terrorise everybodyWith the blunt end of a knifeWho you gonna kill little mammaHave you got somebody in mindNo I canât work you outAnd Iâm not even gonna tryNow Iâve seen it all little mammaAnd my best and only adviceIs keep out of reach of childrenTill I tell you otherwiseNo I canât work you outAnd Iâm not even gonna try