Call Me Mother lyrics

Guess who's back in the house

Heels click-clackin' about

Fine, fresh, feminine, style to eleven

I'm divine, so heavenly

Gentlemen sweatin'

It's dimes across the board with no doubt

Body like WOW!

Pussy bouta end this drought

Titties so plentiful, fishy queen jezebel

Should be criminal

Don't make sense for a bitch to be this endowed

Rock to the south

What is that sound?

Watch me drop, drop, drop into the ground

Wait for the four, drop to the floor

Add up the tens to get the score

I been that bitch, yes I love that drama

Fishy, feminine up-and-comer

From the Clintons to the Obamas

I keep it tight, now they call me Mother

Shady queen bitch, I love that drama

Fishy, feminine up-and-comer

From the Clintons to the Obamas

I keeps it tight, now they call

Me

Mother

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Brrat-at-at

Na-na-na-na-na-now

Giggity-giggity, how

Brrat, get back

Ba-pa-da-pa-pa-POW

A cunty hunty, a cunty hunty

A hunty but I

Count my money, I count my money

With a brat-brat, knick to the knick the knick-knack

I'm back with the freaky money

Click-clack, ow

She's the queen

Shade machine

Kiss the ring

Best believe

I'm that Glamazon

They know my name because I'm on another echelon

Miss Automatic, Supersonic, I'm a Sass-a-tron

And I ain't lookin' up to anyone that gams along

And I'm ready shake the jelly when the jam comes on

The kind of thing that all the fellas make advances on

I'm only gettin' out of bed for $20 Million

Now get your camera phone

Cause in a minute I'm about to be on

(Here come that girl)

Here come that girl, o-oh shit what up

(Give me twirl)

Give them twirl, that's the bread and butter

(Clutch them pearls)

Clutch your pearls, she's the big shot caller

(Calls me squirrel)

Get-get run over, over

None of these bitches is cunty like Ru

Clockin' these chickens I cluck and they cooped

Runnin' my business, Miss Boss comin' through

When I step in you know well what it do

Uh, y'all know well what it do

None of these bitches is fuckin' with Ru

Runnin' my businesses, don't need a whip

Yes, when I step in, they know well what it do

When I step in, they know well what it do

Yeah, bitch, she done already done had hers

She been done had herses

She's the queen

Shade machine

Kiss the ring

Best believe

Mother Ru

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Brrat-at-at

Na-na-na-na-na-now

Giggity-giggity, how

Brrat, get back

Ba-pa-da-pa-pa-POW

A cunty hunty, a cunty hunty

A hunty but I

Count my money, I count my money

With a brat-brat, knick to the knick the knick-knack

I'm back with the freaky money

Click-clack, ow

• Artist:RuPaul
• Album:American