Oh, Mama, baby's a queen in her costumes and cars.
Oh, Mama, baby's a sweetie at the fashion show bars.
Hey, baby, the lady's a woman and the woman's a child .
Oh, Mama, the child's a toy, and the toy has gone wild.
And she's over, I mean she thinks she is.
And she's over, I mean she looks like she is.
And she's over, I mean she still hasn't found her mind, baby
Her mind baby
Oh, Mama, she lives in a house with no lock on the door.
Oh, Mama, there's no one upstairs, but there's a great bottom floor.
Hey, baby, you throw her a look and she'll comfort your day.
Oh, Mama, you throw her a book and she'll throw it away.
And she's over, I mean she thinks she is.
And she's over, I mean she looks like she is.
And she's over, I mean she still hasn't found her mind, baby
Mind baby
Mind baby
Mind baby
And she's over, I mean she thinks she is.
And she's over, I mean she looks like she is.
And she's over, I mean she still hasn't found her mind, baby