Your Ma Lyrics - Salad

I've got an itch that I can't fix 

I'm gonna get your mother 

To mix me a drink 

Just think 

She takes my hand to put it up her skirt 

I'll call you up to dish the dirt on her 

So it doesn't reoccur 

Your ma will do it 

I don't know where to hide 

Before I know it her hand's inside 

I know the damage that she can do 

With her hands untied 

I try to keep her on hubbies work 

But if I don't stop 

She'll think I'm a jerk 

A jerk 

Go on, upper grade [unverified] 

I've got a problem with someone's mum 

But she relieves me of my daily humdrum 

And while I stand there taking off her dress 

I guess I'm in a mess 

'Cause she wants a boy with the teenage drive 

And knock his socks off his teenage life 

And then I remember 

She's your daddy's wife