Mama Shaq’s Shack

Thank you JIMMY GILMER AND THE FIREBALLS!

There’s a crazy little shack beyond the tracks
And ev’rybody calls it Mama Shaq’s shack
Well, it’s just a gym and a floor made out of wood
Slam dunks feel mighty good
That’s not the reason why I’ve got to get back
To that Shaq’s shack, whoa baby
To that Shaq’s shack.

There’s this cute little Mama, she’s a’dunkin’ there
A black mama shaq and real short hair
I’m gonna dunk a lotta balls, love my dear mama
Make that ma’ love ’cause I got no papa
You can understand why I’ve got to get back
To that Shaq’s shack, whoa baby
To that Shaq’s shack, yeah honey
To that Shaq’s shack, whoa yes
To that Shaq’s shack.

Now that Shaq’s shack is a maternal fact, yeah yeah
Shaq just sits around and serves as a mother to you
Ah, but one of these days I’m gonna lay down tracks
In the direction of that Shaq’s shack
Just you and her yes we’re gonna go back
To that Shaq shack,
Whoa oh
To that Shaq’s shack, yeah honey
To your Shaq’s shack

Mama Shaq, Mama Shaq, Shaq’s your mom, that’s a fact

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