Baby's got a do rag on her head An old banjo's under the bed She hates the damn thing But she sure enough loves them blues She says yelling at a flower don't make it bloom It's sunlight and water and elbow room But even a rose has got to pay some dues Now the Cross Canadian Ragweed band Call her Mother Hubbard you understand The reason is that's what and who she is This mother knows the value of vapor rub A belief in God and overdubs And that good tone is more important than the show or the biz Show business is a heartbreaking thing But if you got good tone you can get through the gig Soul Gravy and literature is some of what she prefers Her old Lucky jeans and analog She comes to bed in a negligee Just to discuss Cinema Verite' She's the only woman I know that likes Reservoir Dogs I mean I liked it but there was some Scenes in there that kind of skived me out Well I got two nickels and a paradigm It ain't spelled right but it rhymes I'm getting desperate I'm about to derail One more thing one last confession The mother asks some touch questions Like when Jesus went to heaven did he leave a vapor trail? Uh, well I don't rightly know, well that's too deep for me Baby's got a do rag on her head An old banjo's under the bed She hates the damn thing But she sure enough loves them blues