Mama don′t want no peas an' rice an′ coconut oil

Mama don't want no peas an' rice an′ coconut oil

Mama don′t want no peas an' rice

Mama don′t want no coconut oil

Just a bottle of brandy handy all the day

Mama, Mama, Mama she likes the rum

Mama, Mama, Mama she likes the rum

Mama, Mama, Mama she likes the rum

Mama, Mama, Mama she likes the rum

Mama don't want no gin because it would make her sin

Mama don′t want no gin because it would make her sin

Mama don't want no glass o′gin

Because it's bound to make her sin

Says it keeps her hot and bothered all the day!

Mama, Mama, Mama she likes the rum

Mama, Mama, Mama she likes the rum

Mama, Mama, Mama she likes the rum

Mama, Mama, Mama she likes the rum

Mama complains she's got a pain across her chest

Mama complains she′s got a pain across her chest

Mama complains she′s got a pain

And the reason is very plain

And the fruit that papa gave her, it won't digest!

Mama, mama, mama...

Mama, Mama, Mama she likes the rum

Mama, Mama, Mama she likes the rum

Mama, Mama, Mama she likes the rum

Mama, Mama, Mama she likes the rum