She said, "Hey cowboy, get off of that couch
Yeah, the party's on and we're going out
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 down to party street, yeah"
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
But 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 a Jack of Hearts, she's my Lady Luck, yeah, yeah
♪
We're gonna find a little place where we can rip and roar
We're 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
Put on her knee-high boots, knee-high boots, heading out, oh yeah
She's goin' out
Mama don't get dressed up for nothing
♪
Alright, I'll get dressed up, too