I've got a brownskin mama, she's built right to the ground Got a brownskin mama, built right to the ground When I goes to her house, old man starts to bootin' me around Now, he must've think his gal, is made of purest gold Must've believed his gal, is made of purest gold Don't want her to go near no man, pretty soon she'll be too old Hey, hey, mister, you must be losin' your mind Hey, mister, you must be losin' your mind Everybody's got to have a little bit of lovin' some time Her father told me, for to not to come back no more I say her father told me, for to not to come back no more If I catch you here, I'm gonna boot you through the door I love my little brownskin, she's so young and green I say I love my brownskin, she's so young and green The old man's the bootin'est thing, that I most ever seen I got to find me a scheme to get my gal all to herself I got to find a scheme to get my gal all to herself 'Cause I'm a fool about that woman, don't want nobody else