When you grow up
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Livin' like a good boy oughta
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And your mama
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Takes a shine to her best son
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Something different
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All the girls they seem to like you
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Cause you're handsome
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Like to talk and a whole lot of fun
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But now your girl's gone a missin'
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And your house has got an empty bed
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The folks'll wonder 'bout the wedding
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They won't listen to a word you said
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[Chorus]
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Gonna take your mama out all night
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Yeah we'll show her what it's all about
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We'll get her jacked up on some cheap champagne
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We'll let the good times all roll out
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And if the music ain't good, well it's just too bad
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We're gonna sing along no matter what
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Because the dancers don't mind at the New Orleans
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If you tip 'em and they make a cut
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Do it
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Take your mama out all night
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So she'll have no doubt
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That we're doing oh the best we can
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We're gonna do it
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Take your mama out all night
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You can stay up late
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'cause baby you're a full grown man
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It's a struggle
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Livin' like a good boy oughta
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In the summer
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Watchin' all the girls pass by
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When your mama
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Heard the way that you'd been talking
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I tried to tell you
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That all she'd wanna do is cry
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Now we end up takin' the long way home
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Lookin' overdressed wearin' buckets of stale cologne
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It's so hard to see streets on a country road
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When your glasses in the garbage
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And your Continental's just got towed
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[Repeat Chorus x2]
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Take Your Mama
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