Mama Dont Whup Little Buford

Mama don't whup Little Buford by Homer and Jethro (I think) Mama don't whup Little Buford Mama don’t pound on his head Mama don’t whup Little Buford I think you should shoot him instead Buford brought home his report card Buford was proud as could be As last, he passed to the third grade And Buford is just twenty-three Mama don’t whup little Buford Mama you’ll just be a wreck Buford’s been studying judo And he’ll break your scrawny old neck At five Buford was smoking And drinking hard liquor at six At seven he learned about women At eight Buford got his first fix Mama don’t whup Little Buford You don’t know how he feels Buford is good to you Mama He brings you whatever he steals Buford is gone, what a pity At last we have found happiness We bought a new home in the city And we won’t give him our address Mama don’t whup Little Buford Mama, you'll only knock out your breath Just teach him to be a musician And Buford will soon starve to death