Letras
Well, I met a fine beautician (Yeah)
In a very fine condition (Yeah)
She was long and lean and you know what that means
She's a good lovin' mama (Good lovin' mama)
A hard workin' mama (Hard workin' mama)
She makes a lot of money, don't worry 'bout a thing
She works hard all day, dressing hair
Man, you can bet I wanna get somewhere
With my good lovin' mama (Good lovin' mama)
That hard workin' mama (Hard workin' mama)
She makes a lot of money, don't worry 'bout a thing
I meet the finest women from everywhere
'Cause my baby straightens their hair
I'll be her lover boy, I'll be happy as a king
She'll make a lot of money, I won't worry 'bout a thing
She keeps her hair so neat, looks so fine
And every pound of hair is mine
Yes, I'm her lover boy, yes, she treats me like a king
She makes a lot of money, I never have to worry 'bout a thing
Oh, she's fine as wine
Well, she works hard all day, dressing hair
Man, you can bet I wanna get somewhere
With my good lovin' mama (Good lovin' mama)
My hard workin' mama (Hard workin' mama)
She makes a lot of money, I never worry 'bout a thing