Seven sore bruises

Your momma caught me rockin' in a place she thought was shockin'
If it wasn't for the stocking that she found around my neck
I think she wouldn't care a little but she hit me like a skittle
And i landed in the middle of the dj's deck

Your momma caught me walkin' with a blonde i was a talkin'
And i didn't hear her stalkin' up behind me on the street
I tried to make her laugh it off,i saw she wouldn't have it
When she threw me at the traffic, well, i knew that i was beat

Seven sore bruises, your momma's big shoes did
For messin' 'round with floosies while your back was turned
She ravaged my poor legs, savaged my forehead
I wish i was dead, you know i sure got burned

Your momma caught me holding close a girl like we were soldered
And i guess she thought my olden days had all returned again
Because she threw me 'cross her shoulder, rammed my head into a boulder
And i went out even colder than a stone age man