Momma was an opium smoker   She light it with a red-hot poker   She would never take a bath   We would ask her, she'd just laugh   because our momma was an opium smoker      She made it with this gentleman, Lincoln   They met on a boat, it was sinkin'   When she shoulda gone overboard, momma say "No way, oh my Lord   only of opium smoke am I thinkin'."      Oh, help us, Lord   we can't afford   her destructive ways   You oughta' hear what she says!      She would just sit on her fat ass   yell at us, "Fill up my wine glass!"   She would tell us, "How sad,   you won't never know your dad."   Oh yeah, my momma was an opium smoker      Go, momma, go   Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh      She hide the money and the drugs in the mattress   I wonder how long she's been at this   And I say, "Mom, bang the gong,   can't you see it's gone all wrong?"   My momma was an opium smoker