Mama don’t allow no risqué readin’ round here,
I say that Mama don’t allow no risqué readin’ round here,
Well, we don’t care what Mama don’t allow,
Gonna read ‘neath our blankets anyhow,
Mama don’t allow no risqué readin’ round here.
Mama don’t allow no Peyton Place ‘round here,
I say that Mama don’t allow no Grace Metalious ‘round here,
Well, we don’t care what Mama don’t allow,
Gonna read about Constance MacKenzie anyhow,
Mama don’t allow no risque readin’ round here.
Mama don’t allow no Henry Fielding ‘round here,
I say that Mama don’t allow books with bastards ‘round here,
Well, we don’t care what Mama don’t allow,
Gonna read about Tom and Sophia anyhow,
Mama don’t allow no risqué readin’ ‘round here.
Mama don’t allow no beat generation ‘round here,
I say that Mama don’t allow no beat generation ‘round here,
Well, we don’t care what Mama don’t allow,
Gonna read Kerouac, Bangs and Brautigan anyhow,
Mama don’t allow no risqué readin’ ‘round here.
Now Mama’s long gone and we’re still readin’ ‘round here,
I say Mama’s long gone and we still read what she don’t allow,
Because we don’t care what Mama don’t allow,
Gonna read what’s risqué ‘cause Mama taught us how,
And remember Mama fondly anyhow from year to year to year.