Alan G. - Heckraiser lyrics

Momma said you live and die by what you say Church-going, God-fearing families would always pay For a loose tongue - every word of craziness It could all get us some day I was just a squirt, and maybe I was 2 or 3 Out with momma and shoppin at the grocery Hot and tired, I yelled out a devil word The look that momma gave me Momma screamed, My son your mouth Then gave a name to me She called me Heckraiser Trouble is as trouble does Momma yelled my name, it was: Heckraiser I just say stuff for fun Heckraiser Trouble is as trouble says Words always make a mess Heckraiser Her little son of a gun She said Youre a heckraiser, son 3rd grade school room, had a friend whose name was Mark, Dressed like a bird in our play about Noahs Ark, Saw him standin there in a big feathered suit, I said Hey Mark, you big duck! But thats not what came out or how it sounded Next thing I knew I was gettin pounded 50 cla**mates on the stage and fightin Momma sighed Boy, just shut up! She called me Heckraiser Trouble is as trouble does Momma yelled my name, it was: Heckraiser I dont wanna sound dumb Heckraiser Trouble is as trouble says Words always make a mess Heckraiser Her little son of a gun

She said Youre a heckraiser, son Weeks ago, lookin cool with a Lucky Strike Snuck into the barn with a guy who said his name was Mike Started makin out when he said he was in love, I said Whoa! I just wanna be friends. Didnt know I said the other F-word Mike threw a punch, the cigarette flew upward Barn caught fire, Cows and chickens all runnin I knew my life had come to an end Momma was mad, saw her eyes lit up with flame I made up an excuse but she said Careful what you say Reminding me again: words are often cause for blame Then she grabbed me by the collar - called me by my favorite name Heckraiser Trouble is as trouble does Momma yelled my name, it was: Heckraiser I just say stuff for fun Heckraiser Trouble is as trouble says Words always make a mess Heckraiser Her little son of a gun She called me Heckraiser Trouble is as trouble does Momma yelled my name, it was: Heckraiser But I dont wanna sound dumb Heckraiser Trouble is as trouble says Words always make a mess Heckraiser Her little son of a gun She said Youre a heckraiser, son Momma said, Son your mouth will never fit ya Careful whatcha say, cuz your words will always git ya Aw Heck!