| I wear my jeans too short, and my neckline too low |
| I’m getting stared at wherever I go |
| I wear my jeans too tight, and I stay out all night |
| And when you turn me on, you’ll see how I can bite |
| And now my preoccupation is making love |
| Hon hon hon |
| I got a bad reputation through playing too rough |
| I like your stimulation, but huh that ain’t enough |
| So, don’t take me home baby na na n’na n’na |
| Your mama won’t like me |
| So don’t take me home honey now na na n’na n’na |
| 'Cos your mama won’t like me |
| I like my music loud, and I shall stand out in a crowd |
| By doing everything they say I shouldn’t do |
| So when you hold me tight, I won’t put up a fight |
| I’ll just knock you out and watch you coming to |
| Just put me in a situation where I’m turning you on |
| Hon hon hon |
| I’ll be the devil’s recreation and before too long |
| You could feel the sensation that’s oh so strong |
| So, don’t take me home baby na na n’na n’na |
| Your mama won’t like me |
| So don’t take me home honey now na na n’na n’na |
| 'Cos your mama won’t like me |
| And now my preoccupation is making love |
| Hon hon hon |
| I got a bad reputation for playing too rough |
| I like your stimulation, but huh that ain’t enough |
| So, don’t take me home baby na na n’na n’na |
| Your mama won’t like me |
| So don’t take me home honey now na na n’na n’na |
| 'Cos your mama won’t like me |
| Your mama won’t like me |
| Your mama won’t like me |
| (What's wrong with your mama?) |
| Your mama won’t like me |
| (Have a look at me, I’m lookin' good) |
| Your mama won’t like me |
| (Look at those hips) |
| Your mama won’t like me |
| (Look at these lips) |
| Oh your mama won’t like me |
| (Come on baby, look, I’m flossin') |
| Your mama won’t like me |
| (She ain’t gonna like me, she gonna love me) |