Hey Mami, You sexy   Hey Mami, you beautiful   Hey Mami you sexy   Hey Mami, hey mami.      Hey Mami, You sexy   Hey Mami, you beautiful   Hey Mami you sexy   Hey Mami, can I get that number?         Big hot pockets, feya, ugly   Corny, busted, chopped, straight fugly   British guys playing rugby   Brooklyn boys who wanna thug me   Skanky, cranky, foogly, oogly   Slammin dudes who wanna do me   G'Doonk G'Doonk, skoonky, flavors   Bangin, mega hot, dumb haters      Country boys and them boys in the city   Buy me lunch and make me all giddy   Sparkling clean, dirty, grimey and gritty   Big muscle men and a little itty bitty   Some look so good and some need a little work   Some know what they gotta do to make me smirk   Ralph, Donna, Marc, and my man Tommy   Better go get that girl, Hey Mami         Hey Mami, You sexy   Hey Mami, you beautiful   Hey Mami you sexy   Hey Mami, hey mami.      Hey Mami, You sexy   Hey Mami, you beautiful   Hey Mami you sexy   Hey Mami, hey mami.         Hell Yeah.   [x6]      Yeah Yeah Thats what they shout   On the street when I strut when I walk to the store   They wanna turn me out   Hootin and hollerin   Ring around the collar and   This ain't Scores and   You ain't wavin a dollar and      You better tighten up that game   Theres a million other guys tryin to get with us   And you all sound the same   You should slow it on down papi   You sound like a carbon copy   I wanna a man whos smooth, got all the right moves   But you're just plain sloppy       Hey Mami, You sexy   Hey Mami, you beautiful   Hey Mami you sexy   Hey Mami, hey mami.      Hell Yeah.   [x6]      Hey mami, Hey Mami.   Hey Mami, you cute.      You sexy.   [x5]