You've Got To See Mamma Ev'ry Night
Words by Billy Rose, Music by Con Conrad
Words by Billy Rose, Music by Con Conrad
Verse 1: Daddy dear, listen here, Mamma's feeling blue.
I don't see much of you, And that will never do.
Once a week Mamma's cheek, Gets a kiss or two.
I'm not showing you the door, But I must lay down the law!
I don't see much of you, And that will never do.
Once a week Mamma's cheek, Gets a kiss or two.
I'm not showing you the door, But I must lay down the law!
Chorus 1: You've got to see Mamma ev'ry night, or you can't see Mamma at all.
You've got to kiss Mamma and treat her right, or she won't be home when you call.
Now if you want my company, You can't "fifty fifty" me.
You've got to see Mamma ev'ry night, Or you can't see Mamma at all.
You've got to kiss Mamma and treat her right, or she won't be home when you call.
Now if you want my company, You can't "fifty fifty" me.
You've got to see Mamma ev'ry night, Or you can't see Mamma at all.
Chorus 2: You've got to see Mamma ev'ry night, Or you can't see Mamma at all.
You've got to kiss Mamma, treat her right, Or she won't be home when you call.
I don't want the kind of man, Who works on the installment plan.
You've got to see Mamma ev'ry night, Or you can't see Mamma at all.
You've got to kiss Mamma, treat her right, Or she won't be home when you call.
I don't want the kind of man, Who works on the installment plan.
You've got to see Mamma ev'ry night, Or you can't see Mamma at all.
Interlude: Monday night I sat alone, Tuesday night you didn't phone,
Wednesday night you didn't call, And on Thursday night, the same old stall.
Friday night you dodged my path, Saturday you took your bath,
Sunday night you called on me, But you brought three girls for company!
Alternate lyric: Sunday night you called on me, but you brought your wife and family.
Wednesday night you didn't call, And on Thursday night, the same old stall.
Friday night you dodged my path, Saturday you took your bath,
Sunday night you called on me, But you brought three girls for company!
Alternate lyric: Sunday night you called on me, but you brought your wife and family.
Two Instrumental Choruses
Verse 2: Daddy dear, when you're near, Ev'ry thing's O.K.
But when you stay away, I mope around all day.
I must know where you go, And what makes you gay,
I don't want to share my love, With another turtle dove.
But when you stay away, I mope around all day.
I must know where you go, And what makes you gay,
I don't want to share my love, With another turtle dove.
Chorus 3: You've got to see Mamma ev'ry night, Or you can't see Mamma at all.
You've got to kiss Mamma, treat her right, Or she won't be home when you call.
Now I don't care for the kind of shiek, Who does his shieking once a week.
You've got to see Mamma ev'ry night,
Or you can't see Mamma, your sweet Mamma, you can't see your Mamma at all.
You've got to kiss Mamma, treat her right, Or she won't be home when you call.
Now I don't care for the kind of shiek, Who does his shieking once a week.
You've got to see Mamma ev'ry night,
Or you can't see Mamma, your sweet Mamma, you can't see your Mamma at all.
