Choosey Mama

<br>Well I went down to the market square get myself some fruits and nuts<br> I saw a lady this real fine lady waitin for the mornin bus<br> So skipped on cross the parking lot<br>Say what yo name how bout some lunch, she say<br> "No man you`ll never do"<br><br> She was a choosey mama, choosey mama, choosey mama<br> A choosey mama, she`s always dressed to go to dinner<br> But she never want to eat<br><br> Sing along with the Vinxmon, oh I love my job<br><br> So I slipped cross town to the record store, get myself tickets for the show<br> I saw that lady, that same fine lady browsin thru the rock `n roll<br> So made my way to her section "excuse me mam"<br> I was so polite, "Why do you treat me so nastily"<br> She say "Man you`re just not my type"<br><br> She was a choosey mama, choosey mama, choosey mama<br> A choosey mama, she`s always dressed to go to dinner<br> But she never want to eat<br><br> So I went down to the venice beach, do some time on my tan<br> And there go that lady that so fine lady lyin nekid in the sand<br> So got me hat and Coppertone, ask if I could rub her thighs<br> Well she just smile and then she grab some sand<br> And threw it in my eye<br><br> She was a choosey mama, choosey mama, choosey mama<br> A choosey mama, she`s always dressed to go to dinner<br> But she never want to eat<br> Fish