Song Description
Warning, guys: There's a big, fat classy broad who likes to chase men so you better look out!
| Song Length |
3:23 |
Genre |
Blues - General, Blues - Chicago |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Diplomatic, Composed |
Subject |
Laugh, Smile, Dysfunctional Relations |
| Language |
English |
Era |
1960 - 1969 |
Lyrics
Mama Big
© 2012 Bruce Mills (SOCAN BMI)
Mama big, mama pretty
Mama got a hot new crib in the city
Mama big, mama fat
Mama cruise the road in her Cadillac
Mama hot, mama cool
Mama hurts so good, mama likes to be cruel
Mama big, mama bad
Mama got a thing for every man she ever had
You might be having supper or sleeping on your feet
You might be gospel preaching - or grooving to the beat
You might be on Verizon or running from the heat
But the 411 you gotta hear
Mama got her eye on you
Mama got her eye on you
Mama big, mama strong
Ain't no place where mama don't belong
+Mama big, mama mean
If she don't get what she wants my mama's gonna scream
Mama big, sugar sweet
Likes her candy - that's what the mama likes to eat
You might be having supper or sleeping on your feet
You might be gospel preaching - or grooving to the beat
You might be on Verizon or running from the heat
But the 411 you gotta hear
Mama got her eye on you
Mama got her eye on you
Sax solo
Mama big, sugar sweet
Give her candy - that's what the mama likes to eat
You might be having supper or sleeping on your feet
You might be gospel preaching - or grooving in the street
You might be on Verizon or running from the heat
But the 411 you gotta hear
Mama got her eye on you
Mama got her eye on you
Mama got her eye on you
She gotta a Gps on you
She got her iphone on you
Mama got her eyes on you
Better look out there, brother