Mama Don't Get Dressed up for Nothing

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've 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

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 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

Mama don't get dressed up for nothing

Alright, I'll get dressed up, too