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Cass Elliot

Don't Call Me Mama Anymore

 

Don't Call Me Mama Anymore

(álbum: Don't Call Me Mama Anymore - 1973)


You can call me honey, you can call me pal
I'll be your buddy buddy, maybe ever be your gal
But don't call me mama anymore
Oh, you can call me fancy, you can cal me plain
If I should call ya Tarzan, then you can call me Jane
But don't, don't call me mama anymore

Lord knows I know some folks refer to me
As good old Mama Cass
Ah, but that was then, and now is now
And I'd like to give that handle a Pasedena

Call me Julie Andrews, Peggy Lee or Lucy Ball
Baby darlings, you can call me anything at all
But don't, don't call me mama anymore

You can call me partner, you can call me M'am
If your wife don't understand you, and you're smashed my name is Sam
But don't, don't call me mama anymore

Call me Miss or Mrs, Betty Boo or Minnie Mouse
And you can call me madam even though this ain't the house
But don't, don't call me mama anymore

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, if you come down with a fever
I'll be glad to hold ya hand
I make chicken soup that's really like no other
Well, I'm phoning you in hope that we'll be life long friends
But precious I don't wanna be your mother

Cos I've done that before and was really rather good at it

You can call me swinger it ain't true but what the hell
Call me fancy singer and you'll really ring my bell
But don't, don't call me mama anymore

I'll be your pet, your poopsie, your poochie, your peach
Your partner in crime
But in case you just forgot let me tell you one more time
Don't, don't you dare call me mama anymore

You can call me Cass

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