You´re doin´ all you can to get in them old jeans.
You want that body back, you had at seventeen.
Baby, don´t get down; don´t worry ´bout a thing.
´Cause the way you fill ´em out, hey, that´s all right with me.
I don´t want the girl you used to be.
An´ if you ain´t noticed, the kids are fast asleep,

An´ you´re one hot mama;
You turn me on, let´s turn it up,
An´ turn this room into a sauna.
One hot mama,
Oh, whaddya say, baby?
You wanna?

Well, I know sometimes you think that all you really are,
Is the woman with the kids an´ the groceries in the car.
An´ you worry about your hips an´ you worry about your age.
Meanwhile I´m tryin´ to catch the breath you take away.
Oh, an´ believe me, you still do.
Baby, all I see, when I look at you,

Is one hot mama;
You turn me on, let´s turn it up,
An´ turn this room into a sauna.
One hot mama,
Oh, whaddya say, baby?
You wanna?

Instrumental break.

I can´t imagine me lovin´ someone else.
I´m a lucky man,
I think Daddy´s got himself,

One hot mama;
You turn me on, let´s turn it up,
An´ turn this room into a sauna.
One hot mama,
Oh, whaddya say, babe?
Oh, now whaddya say, babe?
You wanna?

You´re one hot mama,
Let´s turn this room into a sauna, yeah.
Whaddya say, babe?
Whaddya say, babe?

To fade.