Lyrics
'Bout ten years old, hide and seek
I found me in the closet
Ready, not I stumbled on
And opened up that box of
Yearbooks, letters, black and whites
A hundred, maybe more
Next thing I know my brothers and me
Got 'em scattered on the floor, yeah
There was one of her, flippin' the bird
Sittin' on a Harley
And a few with some hairy hippie dude
Turns out his name was Charlie
Her hair, her clothes, her drinkin', smokin'
Had us boys confused
I'll never forget the day
Us nosy kids got introduced
To mama 'fore she was mama
In a string bikini in Tijuana
Won't admit she smoked marijuana
But I saw mama 'fore she was mama
We put that box right where it was
And never said a word
Oh, but growin' up got hard just tryin'
Not to picture her
In anything but aprons, dresses
Mini-vans and church
Oh and daddy would have whooped our butts
For diggin' up that dirt
On mama 'fore she was mama
In a string bikini in Tijuana
She won't admit she smoked marijuana
But I saw mama 'fore she was mama
We laugh and hang it over her head
Right above her halo
Her face turns red when we bring up
That tie-dyed Winnebago
She runs and hides and still denies
That hip high rose tattoo
She burned that box of forget-me-nots
When she found out we knew
About mama 'fore she was mama
In a string bikini in Tijuana
Won't admit she smoked marijuana
But that was mama 'fore she was mama
And there's that one down in the Bahamas
Oh, but that was mama 'fore she was mama
Yeah, caught red handed