The Bacon Brothers - Momma Pop Culture

I wrote you a thousand songs Righted you a thousand wrongs Turned my guitar way up loud Made eye contact with the crowd But you give me nothing back but drama That's why I'm writing to you momma Dear momma pop culture I'm writing you today Begging your magnifigance To send your love my way Dear momma pop culture Open up your door Momma pop culture I want to be your whore (Yeah) I sang higher than I ever should Lost all the weight I ever could Wore a wig on television Wrote a symphony for mignons Taught Pythagoras's Comma That's why I'm writing to you momma Dear momma pop culture I'm writing you today Begging your magnifigance To send your love my way Dear momma pop culture Open up your door Momma pop culture I want to be your whore Spread my face across the nation All I need's your validation Momma hold me to your breast Feel my hunger feel my lust (Wow, ah) Dear momma pop culture I'm writing you today Begging your magnifigance To send your love my way Dear momma pop culture Open up your door Momma pop culture I want to be your whore Momma pop culture (Ah) I'm writing you today Begging your magnifigance To send your love my way Dear momma pop culture Open up your door Momma pop culture I want to be your whore (Give it up, give it up, give it up to me) Give it up, give it up, give it up to me Give it up, give it up, give it up to me Give it up, give it up, give it up to me Give it up, give it up, give it up to me Give it up (give it up), give it up (give it up), give it up to me (give it up to me) Give it up, give it up, give it up to me Give it up, give it up, give it up to me Give it up, give it up, give it up to me Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up