Mama's Boy

Hey How do my plans fit in with yours? (Oh) You're such a doll and I'm a boy Where did my parents go? (Oh, oh) I'm not in Italy They like vacation homes much more than they love me You're made of plastic, I'm just blood When I was born, you were produced I wish I was a toy You say, "Hahahahahaha" And you laugh And I cry Half of my heart is in your chest I'm not a mama's boy I'd go see Italy I'd go see Tuscany If you could come with me Maxa-Maxa-Million, what you waiting up for? Please come out and play with us more Izzy Izzy Izzybell likes to stay in the house Please come out and play with us now M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy Mama's boy, mama's boy M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy --- Mama's Boy - Dominic Fike