Crazy Mama - The Rolling Stones

Well you're crazy Mama

With your ball and chain

And your sawn off shotgun

Your blown out brains, yeah

You can scandalize me

Scorn my name

You can steal my money

And that don't mean a doggone thing

'Cause if you really think you can push it

I'm going to bust your knees with a bullet

You're crazy mama, ah yeah

Well your old time religion

Is just a superstition

You going to pay high prices

For your sacrifices, ah yeah

Well your blood and thunder

Sure can't phase me none

If you're going to keep on coming

I'm going to take it all head on

If you don't believe I'm going to do it

Just wait until you get hit by that bullet

Crazy mama, ah yeah

I'm coming at ya, getcha boy

Ah don't think I ain't thought about it

It sure makes my shackles rise

And cold blood murder

Make me want to draw the line, yeah

Woo yeah

Well you're crazy mama

With your ball and chain

You're plain psychotic, woo

Plain insane

If you don't believe I'm gonna do it

Just wait for the thud of the bullet

Crazy mama, ah yeah

Ah, you're crazy, mama yeah

Ah, you're crazy, mama yeah