Butterfingers - Yo Mama Lyrics

I see you in your office sending
And receiving cheques
But I know the quest for money's
For cakes and gingerbreads
But since the festive season
Ain't about feeding you gob
I decided to stay home
To knit some jumpers for your mum

Now I can see you laughing
So I guess you think its funny
But while your eating junk
The trees up in my study
And by tomorrow night
You'll have your stomach swoll and sick
And I'll be at my home
Wrapping up yo mama gifts

Yo Mama's on the top
Of my Christmas gift list
Yo Mama's on the top
Of my Christmas gift list
Yo Mama's on the top
Of my Christmas gift list
Yo Mama's on the top
Of my Christmas gift list

Thinking you're the man
Well I am bringing news
Our manhood's being measured
By the presents that we choose
And you can't earn respect
If you don't spread
The peace and love
So I'll be staying home
To fill yo mama's stocking up

Yo Mama's on the top
Of my Christmas gift list
Yo Mama's on the top
Of my Christmas gift list
Yo Mama's on the top
Of my Christmas gift list
Yo Mama's on the top
Of my Christmas gift list

Eat more fruit, Plant more trees
Learn to shoot, Travel over seas
Wash the dog, Read a book
Find three Chinese recipes to cook
Learn to waltz, and speak Maltese
Ferment to invent a better feta cheese
The highest they get is number two
'Cause number one
On my list is give things to

Yo Mama
Yo Mama
Yo Mama
Yo Mama

She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top
She's always on top