 Written by Roger Taylor
Mama's gotta problem
She don't know what to say
Her little baby boy has just left home today
She's got to be the loser in the end
She's got to be the loser in the end
Misuse her and you'll lose her as a friend
She's Ma on whom you can always depend, ooh hoo
She washed and fed, and clothed and cared
For nearly twenty years
And all she gets is "goodbye Ma"
And the night times for her tears
She's got to be the loser in the end
She's got to be the loser in the end
Misuse her and you'll lose her as a friend (yeah)
She's Ma on whom you can always depend, ooh hoo ooh ooh ooh
We'll hear ya talkin' now
So listen mothers everywhere
To just one mother's son
You'll get forgotten all the way
If you don't let them have their fun
Forget regrets, and just remember
It's not so long since you were young
You're bound to be the loser in the end
You're bound to be the loser in the end
They'll choose their new shoes, that's not far to bend
You're Ma on whom they can always depend, ooh hoo ooh ooh ooh
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