Mama Had a Mohawk
Copyright © 2018 by Rob Roper


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Mama had a mohawk
Daddy wasn't around
They let me run wild
on the streets of the town
A rock and roll baby
Born and bred
When I look back now
I can't believe I'm not dead

Mama had a mohawk, painted it blue
black leather jacket, an angel tatoo
Daddy played the drums, in a punk rock band
Mama said, "son, one day you'll understand"

Sometimes at night, mama wouldn't come home
I'd have to call up a friend, on the telephone
She'd pick me up at noon, and buy me ice cream
and say, "sorry, little man, I was out with the band"

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High school was tough, I didn't fit in
I was skinny and ugly, only had one friend
We were always skipping school hanging out, smoking pot
We'd just sit in the car and listen to punk rock

I remember the day, Social D came to town
Mama snuck me in the back, when the guard wasn't around
Mike Ness looked at me, sang "Story of my Life"
Every word rang true, man, he got it all right

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Now I'm ok, work in a tatoo shop
got a hardcore band, and man, we really rock
I watch the kids jump around, from up on the stage
They remind me of me, when I was their age.

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