Hi, they call me the Brains,
Tell me, what’s your name?
I’m called the Brains, cause I have no Beauty.
Yep, that’s me, yours turly,
Made straight A’s in High School,
And always followed the golden rule.
What, what’s that you say, they call you Judy.
No, I said they call me Beauty.
You may know what I’m speaking about,
When I ask my mama, can I go out? No!
What yo mama say, when you ask to put red stuff on yo lips?
She started to say yes once, but let it slip. No!
I ask my mama can I go on a date, be my first one,
Thought she tired of me asking, and so, go on. No!
Our mamas are women of few words; No is all we ever heard.
Daddy said more words than I wanted,
He always said, go ask yo mama.
I was sixteen when mama learned to talk,
Surprising to me she knew how to walk.
I never thought in fifty years, I would hear my mama say,
Go on child, but don’t be late, or forget, to be back at eight.