Momma was an opium smoker.
She'd light it with her red hot poker.
She would never take a bath,
We would ask her, She just laughed-
Becuase oh, Momma was an opium smoker

She made it with this gentlemen Lincoln,
They met on a boat it was sinkin'.
When she should'a gone overboard,
Mom said "No way, oh my Lord,
Only of opium smokin' I'm thinkin'."

Oh help us lord,
We can't afford-
Destructive ways.
You oughta hear what she says.

She would just sit on her fat ass,
Yell at us, "Fill up my wine glass."
She would tell us,
"Oh it's sad, You will never know your dad."
Oh ya, my momma was an opium smoker.

Go Mommy, go!

She hid the money and the drugs in the mattress.
I wonder how long she'd been at this.
And I say, "Mom bang the gong,
Can't you see it's all gone wrong?"
But Momma was an opium smoker...