All mama s children

There was an old woman that lived in a shoe Had so many children, she didn't know what to do They were doin' all right, till she took 'em to town The kids started pickin' 'em up and puttin' 'em down...

All mama's children got rythm And all mama's children got soul When they get up in the morning Without no warning They all start to rock 'n roll All mama's children got rythm And all mama's children...