She said, Hey cowboy get off of that couch
Yeah, the partys on you and were goin out
I got my low cut dress and my knee high boots
Im like money to burn and nothing to lose
Youre the man of the house, you better think of somethin
Cause Mama dont get dressed up for nothin
She said, I been cooped up in this house all week
Its time to pick it up and move it down to party street
She said, Saddle up hoss, its your lucky day
And Im a she-cat tiger comin out of the cage
Yeah, we can go high rollin or beer joint jumpin
Mama dont get dressed up for nothin
Shes hard to handle, a little high strung
Ill see her bet and Ill raise her one
Ooh-whoa, I love it when she gets wound up
Im her Jack of Hearts, shes my Lady Luck
We gonna find a little place where we can rip and roar
We gonna cut a deep groove in that hardwood floor
Set up the shooters, and break out the green
Throw a whole row of quarters in the boogie machine
We gonna turn up the heat and keep the jukebox humpin
Cause mama dont get dressed up for nothin
Go high rollin or beer joint jumpin
Cause mama dont get dressed up for nothin
Yeah babe, you better think of somethin
Cause mama dont get dressed up for nothin