Me and my ol’ Mama lived on this farm since my birth
She sits there sipping whiskey while I do all the work
And as I mop my brow from toiling in the hot midday sun
I hear my Mama yelling; “Boy, git my bubble-bath run!”

I had enough I tell ye! One day I just snapped.
Let me tell you what I did…

And so I hit her with a shovel and throwed her down the well
That was the end of her drinking troubles and the end of mine as well
Oh if I had another chance maybe I wouldn’ta been so hasty
‘Cause when I’m thinking long and hard about it, I know - I shoulda grabbed her gold teeth!

Coulda got me a few bucks for dem…
I got dreams to fulfil

Well I never been to Texas
And I never been with a perdy whore
I ain’t never drived a shiny Lexus
And I’ve never shopped in a fancy department store… that’s right!

Now I’m counting all the cash from my Mama’s secret stash
Cooking up my own version of Mama’s corned beef hash
When I hears a gentle moaning from the cupboard under the stairs
I go to have a look-see and find out;

Mama’s come back from the dead!
Mama’s come back from the dead!
Mama’s come back from the dead!

You low-down good for nothing son of a-

I’m sorry Mama!

I’m gonna haunt you so bad, you gonna stop eating just so’s you can’t make no more crap to git scared outta ya! You’re comin’ wit’ me t’hell!

Mama’s come back from the dead!