Look What They`ve Done To My Song, Ma Lyrics

Look What They`ve Done To My Song, Ma

Hello mama, hello mama it's me

How you feeling mama?

Hm-hmm, that's alright

I've got something I want to talk to you about

If you don't mind

And I ain't mad, mama, no, no no no

Wait a minute, listen mama



Look what they done to my song, ma

Look what they done to my song, ma

The only thing I could do half right and now it's turning out all wrong,
mama

Look what they done to my song

Now listen if you please



Wish I could find a good book, I'd like to live in the thing now

Wish I could find a good book, now, hey hey hey

If I could find a real good book, you know I,

I'd never have to come out and look

At what they done to my song



Look what they done to my brain, ma

Look what they done to my brain

Oh mama, it's a shame, you won't believe this, but it's true

They picked it like a chicken bone and I'm-ah, just about to go insane mama

Look what they done to my brain



Now girls, if you don't mind, I'd like to hear that some French



Ils ont change ma chanson, ma

(ooh, not bad)

Ils ont change ma chanson

(uh-huh. Let me see here {franglish gibberish)

Ils ont change ma chanson

(My French must be pretty bad, I better do this in English)



Look what they done to my song, ma

Look what they done to my song ma

Put it in a plastic bag and they turned the bag upside down ma

Look what they done to my song



(scat)

Maybe it's alright

Maybe it's OK, I don't know

But I tell ya

If my tears were money, I'd be a millionaire today

You know, the only thing I get to have right, now it's turning out all wrong,
mama

You can't believe what they've done to my song ma, that I wrote myself

They put it in a plastic bag and they turned the bag upside down, mama



Lord, if I could find a good book,

I'd never have to come out and look at, uh

What they trying to do to my brain

It's a shame mama, you see they

They done pick it like a chicken bone

And I'm-ah just about to go insane

I'm insane, insane, mama

I'm going crazy, mama, that's what it is



Lord knows I don't care what they done to my song

No, I don't care about that, but see

The main thing, mama

What they trying to do to me



You see, well they stole everything I had, mama

And they made a million with it, and you know that hurts

But oh, I'm gonna keep on working on the building,

Just like you taught me, mama

Whoah, yes I will, yes I will, yeah



(scat, fade to end)