Well I've seen 'em all little mamma From the broken hearted to the mad And no stethoscope of meter's Gonna put it right in my head No I can't work you out And it's making me a little sad Well you terrorise everybody With the blunt end of a knife Who you gonna kill little mamma Have you got somebody in mind No I can't work you out And I'm not even gonna try Now I've seen it all little mamma And my best and only advice Is keep out of reach of children Till I tell you otherwise No I can't work you out And I'm not even gonna try