(No more mama)
(Ma- ma- ma- ma)
I can't sleep, leap out of bed.
Creep down the hall, sneak down the steps.
Into the creepy creaky basement
And discreetly peek at my gifts
Open up, what could it be?
That motor mouth, those rosy cheeks!
A baby talking Tattletail
Who babbles without fail
Don't tattle on me!
'Cause Mama's sleeping
And Mama's scary
No, don't you speak!
Or I might scream!
'Cause if she finds you,
Who knows what she'll do
Hide and seek under the tree
Red glowing eyes are all I see
Maternal stalker by the stockings
Maticidal children plotting
Charge you, brush you, feed you treats.
Hey, who's the toy here, you or me?
Internal presence in the presents
Unsettled machine
Don't tattle on me!
'Cause Mama's listening
And Mama's scary
No, don't you speak!
Or I might scream!
'Cause if she finds you,
Who knows what she'll do
(He he he he)
Wound up - like a VHS
Shook up - and I'm in distress
Locked up - in a cardboard box
Broke up - like a shattered pot
Wake up - from a bad, bad dream
Strung up - like a Christmas tree
Messed up - so she got recalled
Shut up
And don't tattle on me!
Don't tattle on me!
'Cause Mama's watching
And Mama's scary
Don't make a peep!
Or I might scream!
'Cause if she finds you
You know what she'll do
So don't tattle on me!
Ha ha!
Thanks for watching!