Mama Look A-Boo-Boo:Harry Belafonte.
#11 on Pop charts on RCA Records in 1956.
INTRO:
#1.
I wonder why nobody don t like me..or is it
the fact that I m ugly?
I wonder why nobody don t like me..or is it
the fact that I m ugly?
#2.
I leave my whole house and home..my children
don t want me no more.
Bad talk inside de house dey bring..and when I
talk they start to sing..
CHORUS:
Mama, look a-boo-boo!! they shout..their mother
tell them shut up your mouth.
That is your daddy..oh, no..my daddy can t be ugly, so!!
Shut your mouth, go away..Mama, look a-boo-boo dey.
Shut your mouth, go away..Mama, look a-boo-boo dey.
#2.
I couldn t even digest me supper..due to the children s
behavior.
John..(yes, pa)..come here a moment..bring de belt, you re
much too impudent.
John says, it s James who started first..James tells the
story in reverse.
I drag my belt from off me waist..you should hear them
screamin round de place.
CHORUS:
Mama, look a-boo-boo!! they shout..their mother
tell them shut up your mouth.
That is your daddy..oh, no..my daddy can t be ugly, so!!
Shut your mouth, go away..Mama, look a-boo-boo dey.
Shut your mouth, go away..Mama, look a-boo-boo dey.
#3.
So, I began to question the mother..these children ain t
got no behavior.
So, I began to question the mother..these children ain t
got no behavior.
#4.
They re making fun, my wife declared..you should be
proud of them, my dear!!
These children were taught too bloomin slack..that ain t
no kind of joke to crack!!
CHORUS:
Mama, look a-boo-boo!! they shout..their mother
tell them shut up your mouth.
That is your daddy..oh, no..my daddy can t be ugly, so!!
Shut your mouth, go away..Mama, look a-boo-boo dey.
Shut your mouth, go away..Mama, look a-boo-boo dey.
OUTRO:
Shut your mouth, go away..Mama, look a-boo-boo dey.
Shut your mouth, go away..Mama, look a-boo-boo dey.
Shut your mouth, go away..Mama, look a-boo-boo dey.
Shut your mouth, go away..Mama, look a-boo-boo dey.
Shut your mouth, go away..Mama, look a-boo-boo dey.
Shut your mouth, go away..Mama, look a-boo-boo dey..(Fade.)
A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.