Don't Tattle on Me- The living tombstone and Fandroid

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(No more mama
No more mama)

I can't sleep, leap out of bed
Creep down the hall, sneak down the steps
Into the creepy, creaky basement and discreetly peek at my gifts
Open up, what could it be?
That motor-mouth, those rosy cheeks!
A baby talking Tattletale, who babble's without fail

Don't tattle on me, don't tattle on me
'Cause Mama's sleeping and Mama's scary
Don't make a peep or I might scream
'Cause if she finds you, you know what she'll do
So, don't tattle me!

Hide and seek under the tree
Red glowing eyes are all I see
Matricidal kids plotting
Maternal stalker by the stockings
Charge you, brush you, feed you treats
Hey who's toy, you or me?
Infernal presence in the presents
Unsettled machine

Don't tattle on me, don't tattle on me
'Cause Mama's listening and Mama's scary
No, don't you speak or I might scream
'Cause if she finds you, who knows what she'll do

(No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama
No More Mama)

Wound up like a VHS
Shook up and I'm in distress
Locked up in a cardboard box
Broke up like a shattered pot
Wake up from a bad, bad dream
Strung up like a Christmas tree
Messed me, she got recalled
Shut up

And don't on tattle me, don't tattle on me
'Cause Mama's watching and Mama's scary
Don't make a peep or I might scream
'Cause if she finds you, you know what she'll do
So, don't tattle on me!

Ha-ha

Here's Fandroid version. I like his songs and did this song too!

Please enjoy, and the lyrics are the same

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