mamma please dont hit them brakes
She makes that pick-up dance
With one hand on romance
And the other hangin’ on to the wheel.
Goin’ eighty miles an hour
In a summer thunder shower
All that’s left to do is feel.
She fixes flat tires
With the touch that inspires
While my heart’s goin’ faster than mach one.
If it goes any faster
I’m bound for disaster
And I’ve hardly even begun.
Drivin’ in the fast lane
Of love’s rollin’ high stakes game
My mamma sure can spin them tires.
She don’t need radar
To find what she’s come for
Or the lighter to light love’s fires.
Eighty miles an hour,
She’s goin’ eighty miles an hour
In the fast lane of desire.
No need to check the oil
It’s my blood that’s startin’ to boil
And my eyeballs that’s startin’ to perspire.
Drive on through that hail
Let’s risk landin’ in jail
Drive on through them rollin’ earthquakes.
My heart’s begin’ to shake
An’ my head’s got an awfull ache
But mamma, please don’t hit them brakes.
Eighty miles an hour,
She’s goin’ eighty miles an hour
An’ she’s hardly givin’ it the gas.
She’s got one hand on the wheel
In that rollin’ lovemobile
An’ she’s leavin’ nothin’ to chance.
She's got genuine glass pearls
An’ genuine store bought curls,
There’s nothin’ about her that’s fake.
She's got four on the floor
But I still beg for more,
Mamma, please don’t hit them brakes.
Eighty miles an hour,
She’s goin’ eighty miles an hour
An’ though she never learned to bake,
It’s hotter than the sun
An’ I feel like I’m well done.
But mamma, don’t you dare hit them brakes.