Mama Don't Get Dressed Up For Nothing - with LANCO

She said, "Hey cowboy, get off of that couch"
Yeah, the party's on, we're going out
I got my low cut dress and my knee-high boots
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've 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 horse, it's your lucky day"
And I'm a she-cat tiger coming out of the cage, yeah
We can go high rolling or beer joint jumping
But Mama don't get dressed up for nothing

She's hard to handle, a little high-strung
I'll see her bet and I'll raise her one
But ooh, I love it when she gets all wound up
I'm Jack of Hearts, she's my Lady Luck, yeah, yeah

We're gonna find a little place where we can rip and roar
We gonna cut a deep groove in that hardwood floor, alright
She said, "Set up the shooters and break out the green"
And throw a whole roll of quarters in the boogie machine, yeah
We gonna turn up the heat and keep the jukebox a-pumping

'Cause Mama don't get dressed up for nothing
We'll go high rolling or beer joint jumping
But Mama don't get dressed up for nothing
Yeah, babe, you better think of something
'Cause Mama don't get dressed up for nothing, no

No, mama don't, no, no, no, no
Mama don't (got on her high shoes, babe)
Oh, mama don't, no (promise me, ooh, promise me, ooh)
Goin' out, ooh
Mama's goin' out
Mama don't get dressed up for nothing

Alright, I'll get dressed up, too