Mama you’re the one, You’re the one to have some fun. Mama, it’s your day, Drink plenty of tequila and have it your way. Sit down and relax mama, Mi mama Americana. Mama do I cherish the days, Of pure bonding, bewilderment and circus Olay. The aroma of the chicken stir fry, Oh it enlightens my eyes. Mama you and your humor, Comes sooner and sooner. Mama lets throw a party and invite all, And not drive Howard up the wall. Mama this day is all about you, You have to own this day too. Mama you’re in complete control, Look out; mama’s on patrol! Mama I love you, And all the laundry and cleaning you do. Mama, you’re the best, So sit down and take a rest. Mama I’m jealous of you’re hair, And all the fancy clothes you wear. You inspire me, Mama’s as vivacious as can be! So I’ll let you have your drink, But remember to think…. Love you a ton mama’s, Now go and shimmy to the Bahamas’s!