Saint Peter sank my boat, in the bank We´ll get married when we´re thirty Singing, "Hey Pretty Momma, Hey Pretty Momma," 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 Momma, Hey Pretty Momma," Don´t look so sad
´Cause everybody lies sometimes 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 Momma, Hey Pretty Momma, Hey Pretty Momma, Hey Pretty Momma, Hey Pretty Momma," This dream I had... (had, dream, oh) (Dream dream dream)
(Shit´s real) We, we´ll raise a pretty baby by the beach (Little baby) On a hill where nobody can see Living in time that´s balanced as one (Yeah) Some guy could see you´re beau- (Waddup, girl?) Living in a house just big enough for three (House) Growing in a family just old enough to be (Three) Under a sky that´s just like me It´s plain, but it´ll cover you, all of your needs, and If that´s enough for you, I´ll say...