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Mamma Dont Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Tarheels

Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be tarheels
Don't let 'em drive beamers and wear sweater vests. give all the athletes the answers to tests
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be tarheels
Walking around with their nose in the air, thinking they're better than you

Tar heels are squirrelly, a little bit girly, I think that you know what I mean (I know whatcha mean brotha')
They call me hillbilly, say my school is silly, and make fun of my boots and my jeans
At least I am honest and I follow the rules, we don't cut corners at state
Tar heel can't be trusted, that's why they got busted
*single strum* N.C.

Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be tarheels
Don't let 'em drive beamers and wear sweater vests. give all the athletes the answers to tests
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be tarheels
Walking around with their nose in the air, thinking they're better than you


Tar heels are whiny, 'cuz their balls are so tiny, they tailgate on fine wine and cheese
Instead of Bojangles, and clothes that got wrangles, it's light blue dress shirts and khakis (Give me a break)
If football's in season, there's always a reason, that they didn't work out their weight
Like a hitchiker's button, you know that it's coming, the thing that they always say
"Just wait for basketball season!"

Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be tarheels
Don't let 'em drive beamers and wear sweater vests. give all the athletes the answers to tests
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be tarheels
Walking around with their nose in the air, thinking they're better than you

Walking around with their nose in the air, thinking they're better than you