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

Tú eres una chulería en pote Haces que me eleve y me alborote Oh chulería (chulería) Mamá tú me arrebata Tú eres mi nena Pero qué cosa más linda Mami te lo dije que eso era solo fronteo Siempre te decía que si no querías nada en serio

(Why?, why?, why?) Mama been laid off Papa been laid off Billy can't get a job Don't let them stay home and listen to the blues (Why?, why?) My brother's been laid off For more than two years now Oh, can't get a job

Playin' with my love and affection That ain't smart, no that ain't smart, oh If you're messin' around in the dark So little girl that's why I'm tellin' you The boogie man is gonna get you The Boogie Man will get ya My mama told me when I was quite young

All day long All day long and pray Liar - You're lying to me Mama I'm gonna be your slave All day long, all day long, all day long I have sinned dear father, father I have sinned Try and help me father Won't you let me in ? Liar Oh nobody believes me -

Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now? Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do? Oh, lady, whatcha gonna do? Oh, lady, whatcha gonna do now? Me seh want some lady whatcha gonna do? Mama, mama, dem hold papa Seh dem charge him for smoke ganja If me never jump two fence, dem

I need a love to keep me happy Baby, baby keep me happy Happy, baby won't you keep me Well I never kept a dollar past sunset It always burned a hole in my pants Never made a school mama happy Never blew a second chance, oh no Always took candy from

I don't wanna sign off (no way) Out here getting commas (commas) Like my dad, I'm a grinder (oh yeah) She don't want me locked up (locked up) Whip my wrist, it lock up (yeah) All my diamonds rocked up (oh yeah) Mama, I'm gon' wash up (wash up) I don't

Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah Oh oh oh oh oh Mama, can I get another amen? I pray for the wicked on the weekend Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent If I had one more day to wish If I had one more day Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore

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