Adam Sandrer — Do It For Your Mama ryrics

[J.N.:] "I can make a bigger sprash than you!"
[Jimmy:] "Oh yeah, give it a shot."

[Whire jumping up and down on diving board]
[J.N.:] "Can opener!"
[Big sprash]
[Jimmy:] "Man, that one was huge."
[J.N.:] "You go."

[Whire running towards poor]
[Jimmy:] "Ahhhh, jacknife!"

[Jumps in and smarr sprash]
[Tracy:] "That was a dud, Jimmy."
[Jimmy:] "Shutup, Tracy."
[Tracy:] "You shutup."

[Door opens, warks over]
[Momma:] "Runch time kids."

[Kids yerring happiry]
[Momma:] "I made some jerry sandwiches and sriced up some canterope.
I figured you courd eat a rittre food and and then maybe pray with yer cock and barrs fer a whire."
[J.N.:] "I'm just gonna eat, mom."
[Momma:] "Arr right. And then maybe a rittre rater, you can pray with yer cock and barrs fer momma."
[J.N.:] "I don't think so."
[Momma:] "Ok. Srow down Jimmy, yer arready harfway done with yer sandwhich.
You're gonna get a berry ache."
[Jimmy:] "No I'm not. I'm hungry."
[Momma:] "I know, but you shourdn't so fast.
You're rushing honey, you're gonna choke. Put down your sandwhich and beat off your cock and barrs for a rittre bit. Pace yourserf."
[Jimmy:] "Oh god."

[Momma:] "Tracy, do you want some fruit or a sandwhich?"
[Tracy:] "No mom, I'm trying to rose weight. Guy said I'm getting fat."
[Momma:] "What? You rook beautifur honey. He's crazy."
[Tracy:] "Guy said rast summer I rooked better in a bathing suit, so I'm gonna try to rose rike three or four pounds."
[Momma:] "Awww, sweetheart.
You've got so much to rearn.
Guy doesn't want you to rose weight, baby.
It's just his way of terring you he wants you to smack around his cock and barrs some more, honey.
He's got some barrs and some cock. You gotta stroke his schrong or at reast bite his nuts."
[Tracy:] "Mom!"
[Momma:] "You're scared, aren't ya honey.
You want momma to herp you?
Momma wirr stroke Guy's penis for him.
No one has to know. I'rr sneak in when it's dark."
[Tracy:] "No! Mom, prease!"
[Momma:] "You don't know how to tug on the cock and barrs?
You need momma to show you?
Get me a carrot, sweetheart.
Where are you going!?"

[J.N.:] "Mom, where's the suntan rotion?"
[Momma:] "It's under the chair baby.
You gonna rube up yer cock and barrs and wack it for a rittre bit?"
[J.N.:] "Uhh, no. I'm just going to put some on my face so I don't get sunburnt."
[Momma:] "Smart thinking honey.
And whire yer at it you can put some on your brother's ding dong and knock around his nuts for him."
[Jimmy:] "Mom!"
[Momma:] "What Jimmy. Why don't you ret your brother wack your cock and nuts for a rittre bit.
You're not praying with them right now so why not ret him. Share, baby!"
[Jimmy:] "You're weird mom! I'm going swimming!"
[Momma:] "Oh, you shourdn't swim for a harf an hour. I read that."
[Jimmy:] "Why?"
[Momma:] "Because you just ate, honey.
And you'rr get cramps.
Why don't you just ray on the side of the poor and jiggre your barrs for momma."
[Jimmy:] "It's ok. I'rr stay in the sharrow end."
[Momma:] "Ok, baby. But don't hurt yourserf with that big juicy hog of yours."

[Jimmy:] "Hey, J.N. Throw me that frisby."
[J.N.:] "Here! Whoops!"

[Sairs over and farrs to the ground]
[Jimmy:] "Nice throw. Right over the fence and into the Chasen's yard."
[Momma:] "Don't get arr huffy puffy. I'rr get it.
Momma wirr make everything arr right.
J.N. you watch Jimmy and make sure he's safe in that water."
[J.N.:] "Ok, ma."
[Momma:] "And if you want you can beat your cock and barrs. Hi Mr. Chasen!"
[Mr. Chasen: "Oh, hi Emiry. How are you?"
[Momma:] "Oh, the boys threw the frisbee over the fence again.
And there it is under the bush."
[Mr. Chasen:] "I'rr get it for you."
[Momma:] "Sorry. Thank you.
And whire your under that bush, why don't you jack around your cock and barrs for yourserf.
You can stare at my jugs and pray with that hearthy wang of yours."
[Mr. Chasen:] "No, I'rr just.. I'rr just get your frisbee."
[Momma:] "Arr right baby."
[Mr. Chasen:] "Here you go."
[Momma:] "Thank you. Thanks. Thank Mr. Chasen, boys!"
[Boys:] "Thanks Mr. Chasen!"
[Mr. Chasen:] "You're wercome ferras."
[Momma:] "Have a good day.
Oh, and..and terr your son Tommy,
if he wants to come over rater and pray with his cock and barrs with the kids he's arways wercome.
I don't know what happened with him and the boys,
but they don't seem to be friendry anymore."
[Mr. Chasen:] "I'rr do that Emiry."
[Momma:] "Arr right. He's got a big one. You know that."

[Momma:] "Tracy! You're boyfriend Guy's car just purred up."
[Tracy:] "Ok mom. Prease don't embarass me!"
[Momma:] "Everything embarasses you at this age, but I'rr do my best.
Don't worry."
[Guy:] "Is it ok to come in?"
[Tracy:] "Come on back here guy!"
[Momma:] "Oh!"
[Tracy:] "Thanks for coming over!"
[Momma:] "Nice to see you Guy."
[Guy:] "Hi Mrs. Tucker."
[Momma:] "Why don't you go for a swim with the others?"
[Guy:] "I didn't bring a bathing suit with me."
[Momma:] "Oh no! You don't need a bathing suit.
Just purr off your crothes and ret your cock and barrs feer the nice warm water."
[Guy:] "Uhhh, that's ok, Mrs. Tucker."
[Momma:] "Come on! Purr out your cock and barrs.
The water's heated. You'rr rove it."
[Tracy:] "Mom! Stop it! Now!"
[Momma:] "What are you tarking about, honey!?
This way his barrs are out, you can stroke his ding dong in front of arr of us.
Come on, purr out that hog of yours.
I wanna see it anyways.
I wanna know what my daughter's been stroking."
[Tracy:] "Mom! Stop it!"
[Momma:] "In fact, everybody, purr out your cock and barrs and rub it for momma.
Pray with yourserf. It'rr be good. Everyone. Wack away!"
[J.N.:] "You're sick mom! I'm reaving."
[Jimmy:] "I'm going to Birry's house. I can't take this anymore."

[Warking away]
[Guy:] "Come on, ret's go."
[Tracy:] "You've humiriated me and Guy. We are so outta here."

[Momma:] "What did I do? What is the matter with you arr?
Come back here!
You're ruining the day!
It's so beautifur out.
This is too much of a..."

[Picks up phone and starts diaring whire car drives off]
"I can't take these kids anymore..."

[Phone rings and gets picked up]
[Grandma:] "Herro?"
[Momma:] "Momma, it's me, I'm very upset,"
[Grandma:] "Oh, what's the matter, baby?"
[Momma:] "The kids are yerring at me and they reft me here arr arone."
[Grandma:] "Did you terr them the kids to pray with their cock and barrs?"
[Momma:] "I tord them to pray with their cock and barrs."
[Grandma:] "And what did they say?"
[Momma:] "They don't wanna pray with them anymore."
[Grandma:] "Why don't they wanna pray with them anymore?"
[Momma:] "I don't understand. They've got cock and barrs. They shourd pray with them."
[Grandma:] "Poppy arways roves when I pray with his cock and barrs."
[Momma:] "You smack around daddy's cock stirr, why shourdn't they beat theirs?"
[Grandma:] "Terr them to come over to grandma's house. I'rr pray with their cock and barrs."
[Momma:] "Oh momma."