Oh Momma Momma how come you passed me by last night
I left my back door open, front door locked up tight
Well you know I love you baby and here's the reason why
It ain't the way you treat me, it's the way you satisfy
Oh Momma Momma you're just like 18 carat gold
You're the cream in my coffee; you're the sugar in my bowl
Oh Momma Momma, can I follow you home tonight
When I get past your back door, swear I'll treat you right
Well you don't have to say you love me or say that you'll be mine
Just fix me one more drink and love me one more time
Oh Momma Momma you're just like 18 carat gold
You're the honey on my biscuit; you're the butter on my roll
Tell me, tell me Momma, what's on your troubled mind
Pour me another drink of gin and I'll have another glass of wine
Well tell me, tell me Momma are you having any fun
Who's that knocking on my back door, better grab my things and run
It was only the milkman, let's finish up what we begun
Commander Cody - Oh Momma Momma [Live] Lyrics
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Oh Momma Momma how come you passed me by last night
I left my back door open, front door locked up tight
Well you know I love you baby and here's the reason why
It ain't the way you treat me, it's the way you satisfy
Oh Momma Momma you're just like 18 carat gold
You're the cream in my coffee; you're the sugar in my bowl
Oh Momma Momma, can I follow you home tonight
When I get past your back door, swear I'll treat you right
Well you don't have to say you love me or say that you'll be mine
Just fix me one more drink and love me one more time
Oh Momma Momma you're just like 18 carat gold
You're the honey on my biscuit; you're the butter on my roll
Tell me, tell me Momma, what's on your troubled mind
Pour me another drink of gin and I'll have another glass of wine
Well tell me, tell me Momma are you having any fun
Who's that knocking on my back door, better grab my things and run
It was only the milkman, let's finish up what we begun
I left my back door open, front door locked up tight
Well you know I love you baby and here's the reason why
It ain't the way you treat me, it's the way you satisfy
Oh Momma Momma you're just like 18 carat gold
You're the cream in my coffee; you're the sugar in my bowl
Oh Momma Momma, can I follow you home tonight
When I get past your back door, swear I'll treat you right
Well you don't have to say you love me or say that you'll be mine
Just fix me one more drink and love me one more time
Oh Momma Momma you're just like 18 carat gold
You're the honey on my biscuit; you're the butter on my roll
Tell me, tell me Momma, what's on your troubled mind
Pour me another drink of gin and I'll have another glass of wine
Well tell me, tell me Momma are you having any fun
Who's that knocking on my back door, better grab my things and run
It was only the milkman, let's finish up what we begun
Writer: FARLOW, FRAYNE, TICHY
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management