Mama, he's making eyes at me
Mama, he's very nice to me
Mama, he's almost breaking my heart
Please, don't peek in
Have mercy! I'm about to weaken!
Mama, he wants to marry me
Be my honey bee
Every minute he gets bolder
Now he's leaning on my shoulder
Mama, he's making eyes at me
(Aaah, that was real cool, Marie.)
Mama, he wants to marry me
Be my honey bee
Look a' here, what nature's dealt me
Now my mama, please don't help me
Mama, he's kissing me