What Am I Going To Do Ma? - Alma Cogan

What am I gonna do ma, do ma, do ma

What am I gonna do ma

Tell me, tell me, do

It’s time I go married ma

I feel that way inclined

But who is the one to marry, ma

I can’t make up my mind

What am I gonna do ma, do ma, do ma

What am I gonna do ma

Tell me, tell me, do

I can’t make up my mind, you see

I love them all

And they all love me

Oh, ma what am I gonna do

When Jack McKay

Comes round I try

To set his heart alight

He never sees

He’d rather squeeze

His bagpipes all the night

There’s Billy Blue, the sailor

Who is covered with tattoos

Once a guest

Who bares his chest

Then lectures on the views

Oh what am I gonna do ma, do ma, do ma

What am I gonna do ma

Tell me, tell me, do

Now I’ve had so many chances, ma

To be a blushing bride

But who is the one to marry, ma

I really can’t decide

Oh what am I gonna do ma, do ma, do ma

What am I gonna do ma

Tell me, tell me, do

I can’t make up my mind, you see

I love them all

And they all love me

Oh, ma what am I gonna do

And Asba Jess

I know at chess

His reputation’s great

He’s in a groove

Won’t make a move

In case I make a mate

And handsome James

Who lion tames

At circuses he’s king

But when with me

It’s plain to see

He’s frightened of the ring

Oh what am I gonna do ma, do ma, do ma

What am I gonna do ma

Tell me, tell me, do

I can’t make up my mind, you see

I love them all

And they all love me

Oh, ma what am I gonna do, do, do

Oh, ma what am I gonna do