The blues in my flat के बोल

Mama, mama, Why do you treat me so? Mama, mama, mama, Why do you treat me so? When you treat me this way babe You make me feel awful low If my gal cried whisky instead of cryin' salt water tears If my gal cried whisky instead of cryin' salt water tears I would never be sober babe For another twenty-five years Twenty-five years yeah Now give me back that wig I bought you And let your head go cold Give me back that wig I bought you And let your head go cold With this Benny Goodman swing babe You don't need no hair at all hair at all yeah