From the recording for Karrie
Written by: Mark Brine
Got me a Mae West Momma. She looks like that movie star. Got me a Mae West Momma. She acts like that movie star. She got a birthmark on her cheek and her elbow on the bar.
She got a frontside that don't quit, a backside that don't fit. She's always cussin' anybody that gives her any lip, my Mae West momma. Man, that Momma's fine. If you don't treat her with respect Lord-o-Lord, she'll slap ya blind.
She's stoppin' traffic on the street. All them cats give up their seat. Just like a fryin' pan on feet, whenever she turns on the heat,
My Mae West momma. Shoot, that gal is sweet. She's a sight for my sore-eyeballs whenever hers, and my lids meet.
She hangs down the casino, sometimes from a chandelier. She got arrested for assault ‘n she bit the sergeant on the ear. She knows a buncha good half Nelson's. Man, that gal is mean. She's my Mae West momma, and she can handle any scene.
She's got a mink that don't stop growin',a credit card at Saks… diamonds and big hairdo's there ain't nothin' my gal lacks – my Mae West momma. Lord, that gal is cool. She waves a fan made in Japan, and she ain't anybody's fool. ©2003 Mark Brine/Mark Brine Music (BMI)