I saw a lady this real fine lady waitin for the mornin bus
 So skipped on cross the parking lot
Say what yo name how bout some lunch, she say
 "No man you'll never do"

 She was a choosey mama, choosey mama, choosey mama
 A choosey mama, she's always dressed to go to dinner
 But she never want to eat

 Sing along with the Vinxmon, oh I love my job

 So I slipped cross town to the record store, get myself tickets for the show
 I saw that lady, that same fine lady browsin thru the rock 'n roll
 So made my way to her section "excuse me mam"
 I was so polite, "Why do you treat me so nastily"
 She say "Man you're just not my type"

 She was a choosey mama, choosey mama, choosey mama
 A choosey mama, she's always dressed to go to dinner
 But she never want to eat

 So I went down to the venice beach, do some time on my tan
 And there go that lady that so fine lady lyin nekid in the sand
 So got me hat and Coppertone, ask if I could rub her thighs
 Well she just smile and then she grab some sand
 And threw it in my eye

 She was a choosey mama, choosey mama, choosey mama
 A choosey mama, she's always dressed to go to dinner
 But she never want to eat
 Fish