Aerosmith — Mother Popcorn/Draw The Line Live Bootleg

[Intro: Spoken] Here boom boom boom boom here..ga Look out! We're going to bring somebody up on stage now with us A Mr. David Woodford Going to blow some sax, yeah Watch this man......go! [Chorus 1] Well...some like them short Some like them tall Some like them thing Skinny legs and all I like them buttered I like them proud Now when they walk You know they draw a crowd [Chorus 2] See...yeah, well you got to have a mother for me Got to have, wat are you say, what are you say See...yeah, well you got to have a mother for me One more, gimme, gimme See...hey, well you got to have a mother for me Heah! [Bridge] Yeah...popcorn...yeah, popcorn, yeah Cheese cake...yeah, cheese cake Where are you honey, I can't see ya There ya baby! Yeah, yeah uumm uumm uum...yeah Listen here [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] See...heah well, you got to have a mother for me...yeah Listen here! See...uuumm well, you got to have a mother for me...yeah See...well you got to have a mother for me...yeah See...well you got to have a mother for me Said you got to have a mother for me Said you got to have a mother for me Said you got to have a mama Said you got to have a mama Said you got to have, said you got to have I said you got to have, I said you got to have Get on [Bridge] She got to give just what she got To get just what she wants She got to give just what she got To get just what she wants She got to give just what she got To get just what she wants She got to give just what she got She can get, she can get a what she wants What it is, what it is, just what it is [Chorus 2] See...well, you got to have a mother for me Said you got to have a mother for me Said you got to have a mother for me Said you got to have a mama, said you gotta have a mama Said you got to have Said you got to have I said you got to have Said you got to have I said you got to have Said you got to have I said you got to have Uuumm honey, you got to have a mama for me...uuut! [Outro] Thank you! The King! Something by the King! Well you know the King! Checkmate honey, beat ya at your own damn game No dice honey, I'm livin' on the astral plane Feet's on the ground, and your head's goin' down the drain Oh, heads I win, tails you lose, to the never mind Where to draw the line An Indian summer, Carrie was all over the floor She was a wet net winner, and rarely ever left the store She'd sing and dance all night, and wrong all the right out of me Oh, pass me the vile and cross your fingers, it don't take time Nowhere to draw the line Hi ho silver, we were singin' all your cowboy songs Oh, you told Carrie, and promised her you wouldn't be long Heads I win, tails you lose, lord it's such a crime No dice honey, you're the salt, you're the queen of the brine Checkmate honey, you're the only one who's got to choose Where to draw the line Checkmate, don't be late Take another pull That's right Impossible When you got to be yourself You're the boss, the toss The price, the dice Grab yourself a slice Nowhere to draw the line