Mama don't you beg your daddy for no diamond ring Mama don't you beg your daddy for no diamond ring 'Cause mama you already got the best of everything
I see you riding 'round, baby, riding in a brand new car I see you riding 'round, baby, riding in a brand new car I know you couldn't buy it sitting on your caviar Now your bracelets, your furs and that Paris label They're laying right there, laying on the table They'll come, hop, skip, and jumping as long as you're able Go get me some money baby, and lay it on the table
Get up, get up, get up, get up, woman Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty, don't you hear me woman Get up, get up, get up, get up, woman Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty Get up mama, before it gets too rusty
Now you've got the very best, the best of everything And baby, honey, you know how to do everything You even got that champagne taste But I'm so afraid baby, oh, you'll let me go to waste
Get up, get up, get up, get up, woman Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty, don't you hear me Get up, get up, get up, mama Get up off your big, fat rusty dusty Get up mama, before it gets too rusty Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
