Sweet Young Thing Ain't Sweet No More

Sweet young thing ain’t sweet no more
Sweet young thing ain’t sweet no more
Mama found it draped over the toilet bowl – oh

Mama said: Child, what you done?
Mama said: Child, what you done?
Wake up and greet the mid-day sun – ow

Sweet young thing ain’t sweet no more
Sweet young thing ain’t sweet no more
Mama’s little pills spilled all over the floor

Ow – ohh – ow ow ow

Mama can’t handle her on her own
Mama can’t handle her on her own
She says: You just wait till your father gets home – oooow