Lirieke: Led Zeppelin. Physical Graffiti. Black Country Woman.

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(Shall we roll it, Jimmy?)
(We're rolling on, uh, what, one?)
(No, one again.)
((Chuckle))
(Got to get this airplane off.)
(Naw, leave it, yeah.)
Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here
Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here
You didn't have to tell me that you love me so
Y' didn't have to love me, mama, let me go
Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here
You didn't have to make me a total disgrace
Y' didn't have to leave me with that beer in my face
Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here
Uh, that's alright, it's awful doggone clear
Hey, hey, baby, why you treat me mean
Oh, oh, baby, why you treat me mean
You didn't have to crucify me like you did
You didn't have to tell me I was just your kid
Hey, hey, mama, why'd you treat me mean
You didn't have say you'd always be by my side
Y' didn't have to tell me you'd be my blushin' bride
Hey, hey, mama, why you treat me mean
But that's alright, I know your sisters, too
You didn't have to tell me that you love me so
You didn't have to leave me, mama, let me go
Hey, hey, mama, what is wrong with you
You didn't have to leave me like a total disgrace
You didn't have to leave me with that beer on my face
Hey, hey, mama, what is wrong with you
Oh, but that's alright, I'd be the same way, too
Oh, yeah-yo
No man... no
Now, my baby, now you didn't have to crucify me like you did
You didn't have to tell me I was just your kid
Hey, hey, mama, what's the matter here
You didn't have to tell me you would be my own
You didn't have to tell me, baby, let me go
Hey, hey, mama, what is wrong with you
Uh, that's alright, I know your sister, too
Ooh, yeah-yeah
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah-yeah
Ooh, yeah-yeah
Ooh, yeah... oh
What's the matter with you, mama