Hey, baby, sure love you fine.
You got a way of movin', mama, make me lose my mind.
You know, mama, what you got;
Something I need, hon, sure need a lot.
I got the rhythm; you sure got the style.
So shake it, mama, please stomp around awhile.

Hey, hear the boys say, "Look at mama, don't she look fine ?
Love that woman, make her mine."
And you know, babe, that's where it's at.
Yeah, stomp around, mama. Shake it !

Hey baby, yes, you're doin' fine.
You're stompin' so good, mama, you got the boys in line.
Foxy mama, you sure got what it takes.
And when you're stompin' darlin', boy, it really shakes.
Foxy woman, you don't tell no lies.
And what you got darlin', sure would like to advertise.

Hey, hear the boys say, "Look at mama, don't she look fine ?
Love that woman, make her mine."
And you know, babe, that's where it's at.
Yeah, stomp around, mama. Shake what you got.