Well, Junior got his driver's license Thursday
Then he wrecked the family car on Friday night
The baby throws a tantrum
If she don't get her way
Nothing ever seems to turn out right
I guess I'm paying for my raising
Like my mama said I'd do
When I was grown
She said, "Gal, you'll pay your dues
Pay them well when you have children
Of your own"
Well, my mama was young
When her hair turned grey
And I'm looking for mine
To turn that way
I won't find it amazing
Since I'm paying for my raising
Now my little girl
Thinks that she's mistreated
When I insist
That she hangs up her clothes
Well, I get upset and say things
That shouldn't be repeated
And I'm ashamed of a lot of words
My baby knows
I guess I'm paying for my raising
Like my mama said I'd do
When I was grown
Ha-ha
She said, "Gal, you'll pay your dues
Pay them well when you have children
Of your own"
Well, my mama was young
When her hair turned grey
And I'm looking for mine
To turn that way
I won't find it amazing
Since I'm paying for my raising
No, I won't find it amazing
Since I'm paying for my raising