Why you do me wrong When you wear that dress Oh, my heart just can't take it anymore When you act like this It's like your mama never taught you how to love So let me teach you Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my God Dance with that body, girl 'Cause everybody

Well, my mama 'low me just to stay out all night long I didn't care she 'low, I would boogie anyhow When I first came to town, people, I was walkin' down Hastings Street Everybody was talkin' about the Henry Swing Club I decided I drop in there that

His mama told him "someday you will be a man And you will be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear your playing music when the sun goes down Maybe someday you name will be in lights saying "Johnny B. Good tonight" Deep

Oh, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul, Hey, black mama, what's the matter with you? Said it ain't satisfaction, don't care what I do, Hey, mama, what's the matter with you? Said it ain't satisfaction, baby, don't care what I do. You take a brown-skinned

I love ya mama, I love ya mama, I love ya mama No stress, no drama, her kids hatin, they know I fucked their mama Ok, I love me some of yo mama, (oh) true that (true that) Don't call me daddy, only she can do that Ok, me and yo mama be fuckin, boy you

All our troubles gone Like when we were young Take me back to where we all began Here we are again like we should have been Oh my lady can I have this dance? Cross my heart and hope to die My mama says to pick the best

La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, oh Oh mama, actin' like my life's already over Oh dear, act your age and try another year As I'm getting older, chip up on my shoulder Rolling through life, to roll over and die Missing hippy Jon, salad days are

Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah Darlin' makes 'em do it now (Busted) hey (Busted) hey, yeah Ah ah ah ah ah ah Hey, hey mama said the way you move Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove Ah ah child way ya shake that thing Gon' make you burn, gon' make

They think I'm a magician (voilà, voilà) They think I know magic (voilà, voilà) They think I go abracadabra, leave and come back, 'cause I'm different (Oh mama, voilà, voilà) I might pull up in a Bentley (voilà, voilà) Pull up in them Benz's (voilà,

Oh love me to my soul, rock me to my soul Oh she rock me to my soul, oh rock me to my soul Sweeter than a honey bee, yeah, baby been sweet on me Sweeter than a honey bee, yeah, my queen bee Oh she rock to my soul, mama love me to my soul Love me to my