I still had rice in my hair, still had stars in my eyes, 

When I started pickin' up your underwear the other night. 

There they were on the floor when I woke up today: 

If you don't pick 'em up, I'm gonna throw 'em away. 

Oh, I know I call you "baby", 

But that's just a figure of speech. 


I ain't your Mama; (I ain't your Mama.) 

Oh, I love you to death, but I didn't take you to raise. 

I ain't your Mama, (I ain't your Mama.) 

But I know why she gave you away. 


You like to stroll in from work, have your supper at five, 

Oh, I used to be a sucker for those big pretty eyes. 

Well, the kitchen's all yours, mister, you got two hands. 

It's time for you to learn to wipe a pot and a pan. 

So you're hungry for spaghetti: 

Well, baby, don't look at me. 


I ain't your Mama; (I ain't your Mama.) 

Boy, I love you to death, but I didn't take you to raise. 

I ain't your Mama, (I ain't your Mama.) 

But I know why she gave you away. 


It ain't like you ain't good to me. 

You're as cute as you can be. 

I know you're used to doin' what you wanna, 

But I ain't your Mama. 

Sorry, baby. 


Instrumental break. 


Oh yeah, I wanna make love. 

But you can make the bed up! 


I ain't your Mama; (I ain't your Mama.) 

Oh, I love you to death, but I didn't take you to raise. 

I ain't your Mama, (I ain't your Mama.) 

But I know why she gave you away. 


I ain't your Mama, (I ain't your Mama.) 

But I sure know why she gave you away, yeah