Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more Mamma found her draped over the toilet bowl Oh Mamma said "Child, what you done?" Mamma said "Child, what you done?" Wake up and greet the midday sun Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more Mamma's little pills spilt all over the floor Oh Mamma can't handle her on her own Mamma can't handle her on her own She said, "Just you wait till your father gets home" Home...