Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Mama found it draped over the toilet bowl
Mama said: Child, what you done?
Mama said: Child, what you done?
Wake up and greet the mid-day Sun
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
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
