Hush little baby don't you cry,
Mama's gonna buy you a Jag to drive.
And if that Jaguar-it don't go,
Mama's gonna give you money to blow.
And if that Master Card's no good,
Mama's gonna buy you Frederick's of Hollywood.
And when you've worn those clothes all through,
Mama's gonna buy a yacht for you.
And if that yacht sinks into the sea,
Mama's gonna buy a mansion for you and me.
And if that mansion's property falls,
Mama's gonna make some important phone calls.
Cause the money will be gone along with the clout,
Then mama's gonna have fun throwing you out.
Because mama's gonna be in debt you see,
They're gonna lock me up and throw out the key.
You'll be all poor and homeless too,
With nothing to spend and nothing to do.
So hush 'lil baby you spoiled brat,
Mama should've hit you with a baseball bat.
Because bats are cheap-and mama's doing time,
And now we're both poor and without a dime.