(Chorus):
Hey girl, blame it on the soft spot
(Doo do do do do do do)
Hey girl, blame it on the wine
Never mind what your mother says a good girl never should allow
For hey girl, your mama's far away now
Then you wake up with your head in a mess
With a frown on your face, feeling guilty
Hiding your legs in a pair of old jeans
With a turtleneck up to your ears
But as soon as you're out in the street
Where the boys look you up and look you down
You hear that "Wheet-whew! What a dame!"
And then you're off again
(Repeat chorus)
Don't get lonely, no matter what you do
For life is full of old maids, girl
From Rio to Timbuktu
So let go, don't feel ashamed
Let your worries go far, far away
For you know that you'll be with the boys today
(Repeat chorus twice)
Hey girl, your mama's far away now
Hey girl, your mama's far away now