I must confess what I see with your mom
I don’t see head, I see humps
Ev'ry guy here'd love to be with your mom
Mostly with her lady lumps
There's no mom in town as curvaceous as her
That M. I. L. F. drives me mad
Also no mom's as flirtatious as her
And it makes me hard pressed to be da-a-ad

No one rocks like your mom
Is a fox like your mom
No one I'd like to knock with my socks like your mom
For there's no mom alive more on fire
Perfect, a cougar, a ten
Other guys might deny their desire
But give them five more beers at the pub and ask the-e-en

No one bends like your mom
Has rear end like your mom
No one for whom I'd kill off more friends than your mom

I’d especially like to get horizontal
Watch as I mambo-ne your mom

Behind that bra
Above those hips
Your mom is the best and her breasts I must inspect

No... one's… cute like your mom
Makes us hoot like your mom
Would look good in a cheerleader suit like your mom
For there’s no mom more easily pardoned
Sexily she has made ice in cubes
When she gardens a part of me hardens
And every last inch of her’s covered with boobs

No one's cursed like your mom
With lips pursed like your mom
Would look hot when she's dressed like a nurse like your mom

I’d especially like the view fully frontal
Wow
Ten points for your mom

When I was a lad I got bored of her, see
All her assets just weren’t my thing
But now that I’m grown this is like KFC
I want legs, I want breasts, I want wi-i-ings
(well, maybe not wings)

No one’s crouse like your mom
Wears that blouse like your mom
Can look desperate inside a house like your mom

I say her, me and three models take a tumble…

Say it again
I would kill of my friends
I said say it once more
Who’s got boobies galore
I don’t mean to obsess
But I’d help her undress
And I’ve wanted her since I was four (-teen)
We would both hit the floor and I’d make her so sore

And you call her your mom-my
Your mother your ma
Mammy mo miss
Um…
Your MOM