Girl, We Got with Your Mom (feat. Adam Levine)

Woah woah-oh woah-oh
Wo-o-o-o-oah
Oh woah-oh woah-oh
Oo-o-o-o-oh

It was a summertime tour some years ago
We're at the tip-top of our game
We were hot young bros doing sold out shows
Had money, fans and fame

Each one of us remembers well
One stand-out devotee
She was hot and fun and the only one
Who ever got with us all three

Her name was Cookie Skumpy
She was passionate and wild
And exactly nine months later
She gave birth to a child

What we're trying to tell you is

Girl, we got with your mom
When we were reckless, horny and young
(Didn't use no condom)
Girl, your mom was the bomb
And you're the baby-daddy baby of Bros 4 Life, yeah
(Ooh, girl)

I was waxing my chest in my hotel room
When a knock came at the door
It was Cookie in a counterfeit housekeeper suit
And she pinned me on the floor

She snuck on the tour bus in LA
Stowed away inside my bunk
By the time we got to San Jose
She was grinding on my junk

Our manager was a bit concerned
I was coming off a little fey
But your mom was there for a quick affair
To kill the rumours I was gay

Girl, we got with your mom
When we were famous, pretty and dumb
(We used the pull-out method, baby)
Girl, your mom was the bomb
And you're the baby-daddy baby of Bros 4 Life, yeah

Bros 4 Life!