Mama Don't Get Dressed Up For Nothing lyrics

She said, "Hey cowboy, get off of that couch
Yeah, the party's on and we're goin' out"
I got my low cut dress and my knee highboots
I'm like money to burn and nothing to lose
You're the man of the house you better think of something
'Cause Mama don't get dressed up for nothing

She said, "I been cooped up in this house all week
It's time to pick it up and move it out to party street"
She said, "Saddle up hoss it's your lucky day
And I'm a she cat tiger comin' out of the cage"
We can go high rollin' or beer joint jumpin'
Mama don't get dressed up for nothing
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She's hard to handle, a little high strung
I'll see her bet and I'll raise her one
I love when she gets wound up
I'm jack of hearts, she's my lady luck

We're gonna find a little place where we can rip and roar
We gonna cut a deep groove in that hardwood floor
Set up the shooters and break out the green
Throw a whole row of quarters in the boogie machine
We gonna turn up the heat and keep the jukebox humpin'
'Cause Mama don't get dressed up for nothing

Go high rollin' or beer joint jumpin'
Mama don't get dressed up for nothing
She said, "Babe you better think of something"
'Cause Mama don't get dressed up for nothing