I get turned on by the nylons in the hamper, parents out of town, I
guess they’re sleeping in the camper tonight; I bet they’re getting
sweaty. 'Cause when I met you, you were a vision in paper, try to be
but you’re not like her at all; you’re just not like your mom.
Chorus
(Try to look) Like your mom (Try to act) Like your mom (Try to smell)
Like your mom, couldn’t girl, oh where’s your mom?
Solo