Where's Your Mom

I get turned on by your nylons in the hamper, parents out of town,
I guess they’re sleeping in the camper tonight,
I bet they’re getting sweaty.
'Cause when I met you, you were a vision in the paper,
Try to be, but you’re not like her at all,
You’re just not like your mom.
Try to look like your mom,
Try to act like your mom,
Try to smell like your mom,
couldn’t girl, oh where’s your mom?
Try to look like your mom,
Try to act like your mom,
Try to smell like your mom,
couldn’t girl, oh where’s your mom?
I had a dream that she flew me to vegas,
Tied me to the bed to play bridge with her friends,
And they were naked.
The next day she took me out shopping,
Bought me kids clothes just to dress me up, oh God!
She said I was bad boy.
Try to look like your mom,
Try to act like your mom,
Try to smell like your mom,
couldn’t girl, oh where’s your mom?
Try to look like your mom,
Try to act like your mom,
Try to smell like your mom,
couldn’t girl, oh where’s your mom?