Hush little baby, don't say a word

And if that BJ ain’t swallowed
Moma’s gonna get you a bullet that’s hollowed
And if that bullet don’t mushroom
Momma’s gonna get you a sweepin’ broom

Mama’s really frickin’ generous, despite fate seeming to weigh against her. Anyone else notice that?

Mama certainly seems to be doing her part to raise consumer spending in these troubled economic times, yes.

And if that broom ain’t made of straw
Mama’s gonna buy you a shopping mall.
And if that shopping mall don’t pay,
Mama’s gonna get you something off eBay.

And if that E-bay sale falls through,
Mama’s gonna buy you a didgeridoo.

If that digeridoo’s sound is too low,
Mama’s gonna buy you a bag of blow.
And if you don’t snort it off a hooker’s tits,
Mama’s gonna pinch all of your zits.

Man, there seems to be a common theme going here: Mama’s buying a lot of sex, drugs and alcohol.

If you were Mama, wouldn’t you?

If I could also buy CPS, sure.

Maybe her kids are all growed up.

And if your zits don’t have no pus.
Mama’s gonna buy a crib fo’ us.
And if the gummit condems the cribs.
Mama’s gonna buy us a stack of ribs.

And if those ribs don’t got 'nough sauce,
Mama’s gonna buy you some dental floss.
And if that floss don’t taste like mint,
Mama’s gonna buy you some panty lint.

If that lint burns in the dryer,
Mama’s gonna make it her funeral pyre.
But if mama ain’t ready to die,
She’s gonna bake you a moose-turd pie.

And if that moose-turd pie tastes bad,
Mama’s gonna find you a brand-new dad;
And if that dad is plenty o’ trouble,
Mama’s gonna move you to a lunar bubble.

And if that lunar bubble 'splodes,
Mama’s gonna buy you fat cane toads
and if those cane toads aren’t real gross
Mama’s gonna buy you a whipping post

And if that whipping post snaps off,
Mama’s gonna buy some syrup for your cough
and if that syrup doesn’t soothe your throat,
Mama’s gonna buy you a rabid stoat.

And if that rabid stoat don’t bite
Mama’s gonna get you some dynamite

And if that dynamite don’t blow up
Mama’s gonna buy you a cute lil’ pup
And if that cute lil’ pup gets rabies
Mama’s gonna give you a case of scabies

And if those scabies don’t make you itch,
Mama’s gonna give your belt another hitch;
And if that belt is on too tight,
Mama’s gonna give your arm a nasty bite.

And if that nasty bite don’t fester
Mama’s gonna give you to a child molester

(not a very good mama, is she?)