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C.C. to Mama

Daddy wasn’t known for thinking much

He thought he had the right-of-way

When that train mashed in his truck

Since that day I’ve been Mama’s little man,

Helping out with Mama any way that I can

Mama thought it best I stay away

From cumbersome machinery

So in this office I will stay

Mama says it’s time I took a bride,

And in this office woman

You’re the one who lights my fire.

So I’m sending you a memo ‘bout a fella who wants to see

If this memorandum will be our first big memory

i.e. me

r.e. you,

c.c. to Mama

I see a little house upon a hill

There’s no standard of luxury that I won’t fulfill.

The decorations darlin’ you’ll decide

That is, if Mama approves the bride.

Chorus

See, see Mama what your little boy can do

Your little roly-poly’s gonna bring

Her on home to you.

No other fella’s gonna treat you properly

But I know a high school graduate who’ll love you tenderly

And when it’s time to consummate our love,

I’ve got a few ideas that pertain to the above

I’ll send them in a memo in great detail just for you

Please describe for me the little lovin’ things you do.

i.e. me

r.e. you,

No c.c. to Mama