Momma Pop Culture - The Bacon Brothers

I wrote you a thousand songs

Righted you a thousand wrongs

Turned my guitar way up loud

Made eye contact with the crowd

But you give me nothing back but drama

That’s why I’m writing to you momma

Dear momma pop culture

I’m writing you today

Begging your magnifigance

To send your love my way

Dear momma pop culture

Open up your door

Momma pop culture

I want to be your whore

(Yeah)

I sang higher than I ever should

Lost all the weight I ever could

Wore a wig on television

Wrote a symphony for mignons

Taught Pythagoras’s Comma

That’s why I’m writing to you momma

Dear momma pop culture

I’m writing you today

Begging your magnifigance

To send your love my way

Dear momma pop culture

Open up your door

Momma pop culture

I want to be your whore

Spread my face across the nation

All I need’s your validation

Momma hold me to your breast

Feel my hunger feel my lust

(Wow, ah)

Dear momma pop culture

I’m writing you today

Begging your magnifigance

To send your love my way

Dear momma pop culture

Open up your door

Momma pop culture

I want to be your whore

Momma pop culture

(Ah)

I’m writing you today

Begging your magnifigance

To send your love my way

Dear momma pop culture

Open up your door

Momma pop culture

I want to be your whore

(Give it up, give it up, give it up to me)

Give it up, give it up, give it up to me

Give it up, give it up, give it up to me

Give it up, give it up, give it up to me

Give it up, give it up, give it up to me

Give it up (give it up), give it up (give it up), give it up to me (give it up

to me)

Give it up, give it up, give it up to me

Give it up, give it up, give it up to me

Give it up, give it up, give it up to me

Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up