I may not be too charming
I may not be too smooth
In fact it’s most alarming
How I can be uncouth
I might not dress too classy
Or be easy on the eyes
All in all it’s an easy call
That I’m nobody’s prize
But your mama loves me
Your mama loves me
No she doesn’t know it yet
But your mama loves me
I drive a rusty junker
And I live out in the sticks
In a rundown beastly bunker
Made of castoff tin and bricks
I’m modestly illegal
And marginally employed
I’m the kind of guy who most folks try
To subtly avoid
I reckon I could tell her
Though she will see in time
That I’m the kind of feller
Folks like me find most sublime
Your mama loves me
Your mama loves me
No, she doesn’t know it yet
But soon she will, that you can bet
No, she doesn’t know it yet
But your mama loves me