Brian May Love Token

Mama's in love, Papa's in love
It's such a shame they don't love each other.
Papa's in a jam, Mama's throwin' pans
The game's up - it's time to run for cover
Everybody's cryin' but they can't stop hopin'
Everybody's lookin' for the door that's open
Mama's making heat to keep the fire smokin'
Papa's hangin' on his old love token
You got love but you ain't got style
You want your freedom but in a while
You're lost children but you know for sure
You gotta find out what your love is for
[Oh baby life ain't what is used to be]
(You're telling me - not since you 'been hangin' round here)
[Mama's what you screamin' for actin' like a demon for]
And hey mama quit wavin' them hands in the air
(Don't talk to me that way)
[well I don't see no reason to raise your voice to me]
(You put fat in the fire you got meat for brains)