Texty: Rolling Stones. Crazy Mama.

Well you're crazy Mama
With your ball and chain
And your sawn off shotgun
Your blown out brains, yeah

You can scandalize me
Scorn my name
You can steal my money
And that don't mean a doggone thing

'Cause if you really think you can push it
I'm going to bust your knees with a bullet
You're crazy Mama, yeah

Well your old time religion
Is just a superstition
You going to pay high prices
For your sacrifices, ah yeah

Well your blood and thunder
Sure can't faze me none
If your going to keep on coming
I'm gonna take it all head on

If you don't believe I'm going to do it
God, just wait till you get hit by that bullet
You're crazy Mama, yeah
Now c'mon we gotta get your blow

Don't think I ain't thought about it
But it sure makes my shackles rise
And cold blood murder
Make me want to draw the line, yeah

Well you're crazy Mama
With your ball and chain, yeah
Plain psychotic, plain insane

If you don't believe I'm gonna do it
God, just wait for the thud of the bullet
You're crazy Mama, yeah
You're crazy Mama, yeah
You're crazy Mama, yeah
I'm crazy Mama, yeah