Lyrics

Down the hallway of the Stellar Lounge Bomber John waves a gun around "Everyone get on your knees If you sneeze, I will make a louder sound!" All of the legs grow one half shorter Scraping the floor in mortar torture but my Mama waits (What's she gonna do?) Mama waits (What's he gonna do?) Papa participates Straight up like a weed, we believe She decrees not to plant herself Bomber squints his eyes, strokes his chin Asks her if she's had her medicine As snickers they ripple through the victims Nobody knows just what's her mission and my Mama waits (What's she gonna do?) Mama waits (What's he gonna do?) Papa participates For a hundred years she was our favorite old maid She never liked to look into the shade (Bum, bum, bum) She had a motto that went: "Save yourself" We never thought it worked that well Papa grabs her arm to drag her down When she says she's had it up to here Points her finger like a gun, turns to run Like we know we'd never dare As Bomber reviews the situation The sirens take away his concentration and my Mama waits (What's she gonna do?) Mama waits (What's he gonna do?) Papa participates Mama waits (What's she gonna do?) Mama waits (What's he gonna do?) Papa participates