?Bout ten years old, hide and seek   I found me in the closet   Ready or not I stumbled on   And opened up that box of      Yearbooks, letters, black and whites   A hundred, maybe more   Next thing I know my brothers and me   Got ?em scattered on the floor, yeah      It was one of her, flippin? the bird   Sittin? on a Harley   And a few with some hairy hippie dude   Turns out his name was Charlie      Her hair, her clothes, her drinkin?, smokin?   Had us boys confused   I?ll never forget the day   Us nosy kids got introduced      To mama 'fore she was mama   In a string bikini in Tijuana   Won?t admit she smoked marijuana   But I saw mama 'fore she was mama      We put that box right where it was   And never said a word   But growin? up got hard just tryin?   Not to picture her      In anything but aprons, dresses   Mini-vans and church   Oh and daddy would have whooped our butts   For diggin? up that dirt      On mama 'fore she was mama   In a string bikini in Tijuana   She won?t admit she smoked marijuana   But I saw mama 'fore she was mama      We laugh and hang it over her head   Right above her halo   Her face turns red when we bring up   That tie-dyed Winnebago      She runs and hides and still denies   That hip high rose tattoo   She burned that box of forget-me-nots   When she found out we knew      About mama 'fore she was mama   In a string bikini in Tijuana   Won?t admit she smoked marijuana   But that was mama 'fore she was mama      And there?s that one down in the Bahamas   Oh, but that was mama 'fore she was mama      Yeah, caught her red handed