Bread Over Bombs - Mom lyrics

I'm gonna follow the wind Gonna follow it home Take it on the lip Rolling up my sleeves A flat superman in a bag No potato chips on the couch Na na na na Oh to listen to your mom Na na na na Do I have to listen to your mom Now Jerome is in trouble But what can he do (bunch of dancing little evil bunnies) I know he's got something going With Indigo Blue Well there's a lion in the house And Dharma's legs are looking at you And now she's singing na na na na Oh to listen to your mom Na na na na Do I have to listen to your mom CHORUS: Every time I try to get away Well it's the same old song She won't stop like a golden retriever Who thinks I'm her ball Some days I think I'll never make it And today I think I'll surely break down I will bring out the Begging Strips if you just keep off the gra** Oh to listen to your mom Do I have to listen to your mom CHORUS: Every time I try to get away Well it's the same old song She'll never stop, she's a golden retriever And my head is her ball Some days I think I'll never make it And today I think I'll surely break yeah Oh yeah, again and again and again She's driving me insane SHUT UP