Written by Mark Croft Let's go down to the bridgeBecause the water's on the rise the current's carrying the wreckage Of the car we stole last night Momma your boys were on the town But its a town we have outgrown And seven hours after sundown You're boys still weren't coming home. Momma don't come around Momma don't come around Because It ain't a pretty sight Momma don't come around If you don't wanna see What your boys are doing in the night We know about this woman Who likes to take off all her clothes And she leaves the windows open And pretends she doesn't know. And I like to hide out in the bushes And I sing her lullabies With sexual replacements Of words more civilized Momma don't come around Momma don't come around Because It ain't a pretty sight Momma don't come around If you don't wanna see What your boys are doing in the night We'd like to be the instigators Of a second civil war So tell your friends and all your neighbors It's time they boarded up their doors The mayor's hiding in the basement As we set city hall on fire And the sheriff calls in reinforcements As the levee blows sky high Momma don't come around Momma don't come around Oh no Momma don't come around Momma don't come around Oh no Momma don't come around Momma don't come around oh no Momma don't come around Momma don't come aroundOh Momma don't come around If you don't wanna see what you're boys are doing the in night