[Verse 1]
I met a fine beautician (Whoa, yeah)
In a very fine condition (Uh-huh)
She was long and lean
And you know what that means

[Chorus]
Good lookin' mama
Hard workin' woman
She makes a lot of money
I don't have to worry 'bout a thing

[Verse 2]
He meets the finest from everywhere
Because my baby dresses their hair

[Chorus]
She's a good lookin' woman
Hard workin' mama
She makes a lot of money
Don't have to worry 'bout a thing
Get it now, get it now, ha

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
She makes her money dressing hair
And man you can bet I'm gonna get somewhere
[Chorus]
With that good lookin' woman
Hard workin' mama
She make a lot of money
I don't have to worry 'bout a thing, ah yeah, huh