Mardi Gras Momma
is so sweet and fine...
She works Bourbon Street
during Mardi Gas time...

Her hair is so long
and her booty is a shakin...
She wants a sugar daddy...
all his money she’ll be a takin...

Mardi Gras Momma
won’t you come home with me...
I’ll be your Mardi Gras Daddy
and you can be my queen bee...

She wants Mardi Gras beads
and she’s willing to flirt...
She’ll blow Mardi Gras kisses
and she’ll pull up her shirt...

She’ll dance da Mardi Gras mambo
and drink da hurricane...
She wants to wear a crown
and do the Mardi Gras reign...

Mardi Gras Momma
won’t you come home with me...
I’ll be your Mardi Gras Daddy
and you can be my queen bee...

She’ll wear a fancy gown
and some high heel shoes...
She wants a sugar daddy
to see her private tattoos...

Will you take her home
to be your Mardi Gras queen...
She’ll give you lots of babies
cuz she’s only eighteen...

Mardi Gras Momma
won’t you come home with me...
I’ll be your Mardi Gras Daddy
and you can be my queen bee...

It’s getting late at night
and da balls are almost done...
I think I’ll take her home
and have some Mardi Gras fun...

When she wakes up in da morning
and has no idea where she is...
I’ll pat her on the booty
and give her a glass of pop fizz...

Mardi Gras Momma
won’t you come home with me...
I’ll be your Mardi Gras Daddy
and you can be my queen bee...

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