Saint Peter sank my boat in the bank We'll get married when we're thirty Singing, "hey pretty moma, hey pretty moma" Don't look so sad Ask Jesus what you want to get from me But I can't get what I've been living Singing, "hey pretty moma, hey pretty moma" Don't look so sad 'cause everybody lies sometime Some people lie more than everybody else And everybody dies sometime Some gotta live with the lies they made And I lie with you, but I can't lie for you Move to Illinois, but they was Ill-adore you Standing at your door, we'll move out and change our names Just say, "hey pretty moma, hey pretty moma, hey pretty moma, hey pretty moma, hey pretty moma"
This dream I had We'll raise a pretty baby by the beach On a hill where nobody can see Living in time that's balance as one Some guy could see (what up girl?) Living in a house just big enough for three (house) ____ __ ____ just old enough to be (three) Onto a sky that's just like me It's playing a little cover you only your ____, and If that's enough for you I'll say Just say, "hey pretty moma, hey pretty moma, hey pretty moma, hey pretty moma, hey pretty moma" Ain't that nice? Singing, "hey pretty moma, hey pretty moma" Don't look so sad