Story Behind The Song

I had just returned from the Atlanta NARAS Music Awards, where my latest Jazz album had been nominated for an award (I didn't win), and the song's hook and groove popped into my head. I stayed up all night, recording the version you hear, here, and it re

Song Description

Humorous, funky song from the viewpoint of a jeaolous boyfriend, who's trying to invoke the girlfriend's mother's wishes to reign her in. Featuring a driving funk beat, a syncopated horn section and an alto sax solo, this song's R&B vocal was sung by a w

Lyrics

This mornin' you were late for school.
You were out last night, actin' the fool.
Everybody's talking 'bout the things you do,
I think it's time you had a talkin' to.
I told yo' mamma you was runnin' 'round,
Showin' yo' stuff all over town.
I got somethin' that you oughtta know,
You better think twice, better stop the show, coz

Ya Mamma Don't Like It (and neither do I).

Yo' Mamma and me, we both agree,
Here, at home, is where you ought to be.
I liked you better when you stayed at home,
Them other boys had better leave you alone.
I told yo' mamma 'bout the boys you met
Ridin' around in that black Corvette.
Skirt to short, sweater too tight,
I told yo' mamma you were out all night, and

Ya Mamma Don't Like It (and neither do I).

Come on, girl, you've got to see
I need a little sympathy.
Here, at home, is where you ought to be.
Now, bring yo' lovin' right here to me...

Ya mamma don't like it when you walk that walk,
Ya mamma don't like it when you talk that talk.
Ya mamma don't like it when it's quarter to three,
And you're supposed to be home, with me!

Ya Mamma Don't Like it (and neither do I).