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Mama's Boy by Dominic Fyke
How do my plans fit in with yours?
You're such a doll and I'm a boy

Where did my parents go?
I'm not in Italy
They like vacation home
Much more than they love me

You're made of plastic, I'm just blood
When I was born you were produced

I wish I was a toy
You say, "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"
Ah
And you laugh
And I cry

Half of my heart is in your chest
I'm not a mama's boy
I'd go see Italy
I'd go see Tuscany
If you could come with me

Maxa Maxa Million
What you waiting up for?
Please come out and play with us more
Izzy Izzy Izzybell
Likes to stay in my house
Please come out and play with us now

M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy
M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy
Mama's boy, mama's boy

M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy
M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy
M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy
M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy