| You keep stopping when you could be walking | 
| Looking at the pictures on the wall | 
| You keep quiet when you should be talking | 
| You just don’t make any sense at all | 
| Remember when you were much younger | 
| And you were lying in your bed | 
| Among the satin sheets and pillows | 
| Your mother there to ease your head | 
| Mama, Mama, I keep having nightmares | 
| Mama, Mama, Mama, am I ill? | 
| Mama, Mama, Mama, hold me tightly | 
| Mama, Mama, do you love me still? | 
| But now it’s different, you are older | 
| There’s no one here to hold you hand | 
| Your Mama’s gone beyond the veil, Joan | 
| There’s no one left who understands | 
| Mama, Mama, I keep having nightmares | 
| Mama, Mama, Mama, am I ill? | 
| Mama, Mama, Mama, hold me, hold me tighter | 
| Mama, Mama, do you love me still? | 
| Do you love me? | 
| Do you love me? | 
| So you’re left standing in the corner | 
| You keep your face turned to the wall | 
| A fading dream, a fading memory | 
| A shooting star that had to fall | 
| Mama, Mama, I keep having nightmares | 
| Mama, Mama, Mama, am I ill? | 
| Mama, Mama, Mama, hold me, hold me tighter | 
| Mama, Mama, do you love me still? (Do you love me?) | 
| Mama, Mama, do you love me still? (Do you love me?) | 
| Mama, Mama, do you love me still? (Do you love me?) | 
| Mama? |