X-Men ain't easy to kill and they're harder to fight! So, they'd rather smite you than admit you're right! Gold X belt buckles and power out the yin-yang And each night begins a new fray The world don't understand him so he may go bad He'll probably die anyway!

Chorus: Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be X-Men! Don't let'em fight Onslaught and and be sitting ducks Make'em be doctors and lawyers and such! Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be X-Men! 'Cause they'll always be different and all paranoid Even with heroes they trust!

X-Men like getting the bad guys and Danger Room work outs Big busted Ladies and cold beer and wrongs they can right Them that don;t know them won't trust them and them that do Sometimes will still try to take them They ain't bad they're just mutants and so misunderstood By the humans for whom they fight!