Текст песни Excellence - Mama's Boy

(Run boy, run boy)
(Run away back to mama boy)
(Run boy, run boy)

You ain't turning me on
You're just a mama's boy (na na na na na)
And there ain't no joy
Hanging round with mama's boys like you

So you're flashing the cash now
No you're never gonna get yourself a honey like that
And you're blowing your stash now
You don't know the first thing about us girls

So you think you're the bomb-bomb
In the city all the heavy-hitters talk about you
Tell yourself you're the King-Kong
Number one sexation of the world

Spinning your wheels
Won't take you nowhere baby
Why can't you see
You ain't turning me on

You're just a mama's boy
A little thing for us to play with
You're a mama's boy
That I ain't gonna waste another day with
Just a toy
Damaging my reputation
And there ain't no joy
Hanging round with mama's boys like you

(Run away back to mama boy)

You're still acting like a dumb-dumb (dumb dumb)
What's it gonna take to really let the message sink in
We've been singing the same song
What's the part that you don't understand

Is it you, is it us
Tell me what you can't hear
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Say and I'll make it clear

Spinning your wheels
Won't take you nowhere baby
Why can't you see
You ain't turning me on

You're just a mama's boy
A little thing for us to play with
You're a mama's boy
That I ain't gonna waste another day with
Just a toy
Damaging my reputation
And there ain't no joy
Hanging round with mama's boys like you

(Run boy, run boy)
(Run away back to mama boy)
(Run boy, run boy)

You ain't turning me on
Singing that same old song

You're just a mama's boy
A little thing for us to play with
You're a mama's boy
That I ain't gonna waste another day with
Just a toy
Damaging my reputation
And there ain't no joy
Hanging round with mama's boys like you

(Run boy, run boy)
(Na na na na na)
(Run boy, run boy)
(Run away back to mama boy)
Just a toy

(Run boy, run boy)
(Run away back to mama boy)
And there ain't no joy
Hanging round with mama's boys like you