Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Mama found it draped over the toilet bowl - oh

Mama said: Child, what you done?
Mama said: Child, what you done?
Wake up and greet the mid-day sun - ow

Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Mama's little pills spilled all over the floor

Ow - ohh - ow ow ow

Mama can't handle her on her own
Mama can't handle her on her own
She says: You just wait till your father gets home - oooow