Seven Sore Bruises - Audience

Your Momma caught me rockin' in a place she thought was shockin'

If it wasn’t for the stocking that she found around my neck

I think she wouldn’t care a little but she hit me like a skittle

And I landed in the middle of the DJ’s deck

Your Momma caught me walkin' with a blonde I was a talkin'

And I didn’t hear her stalkin' up behind me on the street

I tried to make her laugh it off, I saw she wouldn’t have it

When she threw me at the traffic, well, I knew that I was beat

Seven sore bruises, your Momma’s big shoes did

For messin' 'round with floosies while your back was turned

She ravaged my poor legs, savaged my forehead

I wish I was dead, you know I sure got burned

Your Momma caught me holding close a girl like we were soldered

And I guess she thought my olden days had all returned again

Because she threw me 'cross her shoulder, rammed my head into a boulder

And I went out even colder than a stone age man