| Song | Crazy Mama |
| Artist | The Rolling Stones |
| Album | Pearls At Swine 1978 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Jagger/Richards Music:Jagger/Richards | |
| Well you're crazy Mama | |
| With your ball and chain | |
| And your sawn off shotgun | |
| Blown out brains, yeah | |
| You can scandalize me | |
| Scorn my name | |
| You can steal my money | |
| And that don't mean a doggone thing | |
| Cause if you really think you can push it | |
| I'm going to bust your knees with a bullet | |
| Your crazy mama, ah yeah | |
| Well your old time religion | |
| Is just a superstition | |
| You going to pay high prices | |
| For your sacrificises | |
| Well your blood and thunder | |
| Sure can't faze me none | |
| If your going to keep on coming | |
| I'm gonna take it all head on | |
| If you don't believe I'm going to do it | |
| Just wait till you get hit by that bullet | |
| Don't think I ain't thought about it | |
| But it sure makes my shackles rise | |
| And cold blood murder | |
| Make me want to draw the line | |
| Well your crazy mama | |
| With your ball and chain | |
| Plain psychotic | |
| Plain insane | |
| If you don't think I'm gonna do it | |
| Just wait for the thud of the bullet |
| Lyrics: Jagger Richards Music: Jagger Richards | |
| Well you' re crazy Mama | |
| With your ball and chain | |
| And your sawn off shotgun | |
| Blown out brains, yeah | |
| You can scandalize me | |
| Scorn my name | |
| You can steal my money | |
| And that don' t mean a doggone thing | |
| Cause if you really think you can push it | |
| I' m going to bust your knees with a bullet | |
| Your crazy mama, ah yeah | |
| Well your old time religion | |
| Is just a superstition | |
| You going to pay high prices | |
| For your sacrificises | |
| Well your blood and thunder | |
| Sure can' t faze me none | |
| If your going to keep on coming | |
| I' m gonna take it all head on | |
| If you don' t believe I' m going to do it | |
| Just wait till you get hit by that bullet | |
| Don' t think I ain' t thought about it | |
| But it sure makes my shackles rise | |
| And cold blood murder | |
| Make me want to draw the line | |
| Well your crazy mama | |
| With your ball and chain | |
| Plain psychotic | |
| Plain insane | |
| If you don' t think I' m gonna do it | |
| Just wait for the thud of the bullet |
| Lyrics: Jagger Richards Music: Jagger Richards | |
| Well you' re crazy Mama | |
| With your ball and chain | |
| And your sawn off shotgun | |
| Blown out brains, yeah | |
| You can scandalize me | |
| Scorn my name | |
| You can steal my money | |
| And that don' t mean a doggone thing | |
| Cause if you really think you can push it | |
| I' m going to bust your knees with a bullet | |
| Your crazy mama, ah yeah | |
| Well your old time religion | |
| Is just a superstition | |
| You going to pay high prices | |
| For your sacrificises | |
| Well your blood and thunder | |
| Sure can' t faze me none | |
| If your going to keep on coming | |
| I' m gonna take it all head on | |
| If you don' t believe I' m going to do it | |
| Just wait till you get hit by that bullet | |
| Don' t think I ain' t thought about it | |
| But it sure makes my shackles rise | |
| And cold blood murder | |
| Make me want to draw the line | |
| Well your crazy mama | |
| With your ball and chain | |
| Plain psychotic | |
| Plain insane | |
| If you don' t think I' m gonna do it | |
| Just wait for the thud of the bullet |