Homer & Jethro — Mamma Don’t Whip Little Buford

Mama, don't whoop little Buford Mama, don't pound on his head Mama, Don't woop little Buford I think you should shoot him instead Buford brought home his report card Buford was proud as could be At last he had passed through the 3rd grade And Buford is just 23 Mama, don't whoop little Buford Mama, you'll just be a wreck For Buford is studying Judo And he'll break your scrawny ole' neck When Buford was five, he was smokin' And drinking hard liquor at six At seven, he learned about women At eight, Buford got his first fix Mama, don't whoop little Buford You'll never know how Buford feels Buford is good to you, mama He brings you whatever he steals Now Buford is gone, what a pitty At last we found happiness We bought a new home in the city And we won't give him our address So, Mama don't whoop little Buford Mama, don't knock out his breath Just teach him to be a folk singer Then Buford will soon starve to death