Ask Mama, but trust Dad

Before your nose gets bloody

And fighting gets you sad

When you can’t find your best buddy

Ask Mama, but trust Dad

 

Sometimes they need a fist

To go upside that head

I know it’s such a twist

It’s as if you are seeing red

 

When you’ve tried making peace

But it’s going from worse to bad

Stop making your own elbow grease

Ask Mama, but trust Dad

 

Mama don’t want no hurt

She tries to make things right

Even try for a sit down chat

If Daddy sees a bruise

He’s got nothing to lose

They’ll all know where the party’s at

 

Both sides of good

Keeping grace and love

in the neighborhood

They know how to settle the score

A different way to fight

one dark one light

Hey, that’s what parents are for

 

When you keep trying to make peace

But things just get too bad

Stop using your own elbow grease

Tell Mama, but trust big bad Dad