Mama don't like your holey shoes
Scrapping in the back yard - 4 Be 2
Daddy's smokin' motor didn't make it up the hill
Mama can't pay, she got one day, she got no money for the telephone bill

Tighten up, tighten up
Everything falls apart
Mama says to Papa now - Where ya been?
Papa says I'm sorry mama, I got a full skin

Mama get excited, she having an attack
Mama spins round, daddy hits the ground
For too long now she been taking up the slack
Tighten up, tighten up

Everything falls apart
Jimmy coming home now - see him on the run
Mama's going through the cupboards--looking for a can
Daddy on a ladder, T.V. on the blink

Mama can't think, Daddy's feeling like a drink
And all the dirty dishes Lord are piling up the sink
Tighten up, tighten up
Everything falls apart

Tighten up, tighten up
Everything falls apart

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Writer(s): PAUL MAURICE KELLY