boy I go to school with calls me up for a date
He said [bad word] and get you bout a quarter to eight"
We go off to a movie where he steals a little kiss
And then we park around the corner to explore a little bliss

I think his heart's a-pounding but it isn't my man
It's my mama out the window with a frying pan

Saying, "Hey there, mister, that's my little girl
Keep your cultivating fingers off my precious little pearl"
I never get to keep [bad word] Because one and one is two but baby
Mama makes three

Now, ladies, listen up
Moved away and finally meet the man of my dreams
He put the diamond on my finger, how it sparkles and gleams
We have a simple wedding with the shoes and the rice
And then we head off to our honeymoon to really break the ice

I whispered, "Dim the lights" and go to slip on something red
But when I turn around you know who's lying in bed

Saying, "Hey there, mister, that's the light of my life
I ain't giving up my daughter just because she's your wife"
We'll never add a branch to our family tree
Because one and one is two but baby
Mama makes three, oh!
Mama makes three, yeah!
Yeah, mama makes three!
Yeah, oh! Hey mama I love you still but (Veronica: Oh!)
Hey mama I've had my fill (Veronica: Ooh!)
Hey mama you're where it began (Veronica: Whoo!)
Hey mama I love my man
Hey mama please leave us alone
Hey mama just use the phone (Veronica: Yeah!)
Hey mama you had romance (Veronica: Yeah!)
So mama give a girl a chance Just give me a chance, give me a chance!
Give a girl a chance!