[ Предположительная тональность: G ] G C G The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course G C G The city fathers they're trying to endorse G C G The reincarnation of Paul Revere's horse G C G But the town has no need to be nervous. The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits To Jezebel the nun she violently knits A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits At the head of the chamber of commerce. C Mama's in the fact'ry G She ain't got no shoes C Daddy's in the alley G He's lookin' for food C I'm in the kitchen G With the tombstone blues. The hysterical bride in the penny arcade Screaming she moans, "I've just been made." Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade And says, "My advice is to not let the boys in." Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride "Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride. You will not die, it's not poison." Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for food I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief Saying, "Tell me great hero, but please make it brief Is there a hole for me to get sick in?" The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly Saying, "Death to all those who would whimper and cry." And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky Saying, "The sun's not yellow it's chicken." Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for food I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves Then sends them out to the jungle. Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps With a fantastic collection of stamps To win friends and influence his uncle. Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for food I'm in trouble With the tombstone blues. The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone Causes Galileo's math book to get thrown At Delilah who's sitting worthlessly alone But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter. I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill I would set him in chains at the top of the hill Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille He could die happily ever after. Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for food I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul To the old folks' home in the college. I wish I could write you a melody so plain That could hold you, dear lady, from going insane That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain Of your useless and pointless knowledge Mama's in the fact'ry She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He's lookin' for food I'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. I'ma sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey) Fendi capri pants and Parasuco's (alright) High saddity and city, with one or two clothes I'm draftin 'em outta high school straight into the pros Who knows? I know! And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows And break it down low to the flo', and there you go Now throw it on me slow And everytime I +Busta Rhyme+, baby "Gimme Some Mo'" You say you like that, when I hit it from behind And I'll be right back; yeah that's my very next line I use it - time after time, when I'm speakin my mind It's no matter if I'm shootin game to a pigeon or dime I ask her, "Who dat is, talkin that shit about the 'tics?" Somebody probably jealous cause they bitch got hit But ain't nobody else droppin shit like this Should we apologize? Nah fuck 'em, just leave 'em pissed, HEY! [Chorus: repeat 2X] Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I. Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What's poppin tonight? Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I. Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery'night [Nelly] We can gamble to the break of dawn, nigga Money long, nigga Pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, nigga Some say I'm wrong, but fuck it I'm grown, nigga If you ain't bout money then best be gone, nigga I'm flashy (uh) double takes when you walk past me Nasty, don't be scared boo, go 'head and ask me I drive fastly, call me Jeff Gord-on In the black SS with the naviga-tion See the joint blaz-on, somethin smells amaz-on I got a chick rollin up, half black and asian Another one pagin, tellin me to come home Her husband on vacation and left her home alone I used the V-12, powers; weight loss, powers From +Phat Farm+ to +Iceberg Slim+ in one shower Get a room in Trump Towers just to hit the wee hours Kicked the bitch up out the room cause she used the word ours, HEY! [Chorus] [Nelly] Aiyyo I smash-mouth a whole ounce, of that sticky Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin icky Let go off in a ho's mouth, I ain't picky Start frontin when the shows out - whatchu mean?! Twenty inches when they roll ouuuuuuut - come and get me Big faces when they fold ouuuuuuut - is you wit me? Don't make me pull that fo'-fo' ouuuuuuut I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut Then I slide up in the Escalade Me and E gettin solid like the Ice Capades And me and Heezy - frosty, Roger the Rabbit and Bugsy You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies If you compare me to your local grocery Then you'll see I got more carrots/karats than "Aisle D" More bread than "Aisle G", then bag and scan me +Sure+ like +Al B.+, meet the 'tics in Maui, HEY! Alternative (Capo 2): G = E C = A