She said hey cowboy
Get off of that couch
Yeah the party’s on
We’re going out
I got my low cut dress
And my knee high-boots
I’m like money to burn
And nothing to lose
You’re the man of the house
You better think of something
‘cause Mama don’t get
Dressed up for nothing
She said I been cooped up
In this house all week
It’s time to pick it up
And move it out to party street
She said Saddle up horse
It’s your lucky day
And I’m a she cat tiger
Coming out of the cage yeah
We can go high rolling
Or beer joint jumping
Mama don’t get
Dressed up for nothing
She’s hard to handle
A little high strung
I’ll see her bet
And I’ll raise her one
But ooh I love it
When she gets all wound up
I’m Jack of Hearts
She’s my Lady Luck yeah yeah
We’re gonna find a little place
Where we can rip and roar
We gonna cut a deep groove
In that hardwood floor alright
She said set up the shooters
And break out the green
And throw a whole roll of quarters
In the boogie machine yeah
We gonna turn up the heat
And keep the jukebox a-pumping
‘cause mama don’t get
Dressed up for nothing
We’ll go high rolling
Or beer joint jumping
But mama don’t get
Dressed up for nothing
Yeah babe you better
Think of something
‘cause mama don’t get
Dressed up for nothing no
No mama don’t no no no no
Mama don’t
Got on her high shoes babe
Oh mama don’t
No
Promise me ooh promise me ooh
Goin’ out ooh
Mama’s goin’ out
Alright I’ll get dressed up too