Papa’s faith is people
  mama she believes in cleaning
  papa’s faith is in people
  mama she’s always cleaning
  papa brought home the sugar
  mama taught me the deeper meaning
  she don’t like my kick pleat skirt
  she don’t like my eyelids painted green
  she don’t like me staying up late
  in my high-heeled shoes
  living for that Rock’n’Roll dancing scene
  papa says “leave the girl alone, mother
  she’s looking like a movie queen”
  mama thinks she spoilt me
  papa knows somehow he set me free
  mama thinks she spoilt me rotten
  she blamed herself
  but papa he blesses me
  it’s a rough road to travel
  mama let go now
  it’s always called for me
  sometimes I get that feeling
  and I want to settle
  and raise a child up with somebody
  but it passes like the summer
  I’m a wild seed again
  let the wind carry me