Girl, We Got with Your Mom (feat. Adam Levine)

Woah woah-oh woah-oh Wo-o-o-o-oah Oh woah-oh woah-oh Oo-o-o-o-oh It was a summertime tour some years ago We're at the tip-top of our game We were hot young bros doing sold out shows Had money, fans and fame Each one of us remembers well One stand-out devotee She was hot and fun and the only one Who ever got with us all three Her name was Cookie Skumpy She was passionate and wild And exactly nine months later She gave birth to a child What we're trying to tell you is Girl, we got with your mom When we were reckless, horny and young (Didn't use no condom) Girl, your mom was the bomb And you're the baby-daddy baby of Bros 4 Life, yeah (Ooh, girl) I was waxing my chest in my hotel room When a knock came at the door It was Cookie in a counterfeit housekeeper suit And she pinned me on the floor She snuck on the tour bus in LA Stowed away inside my bunk By the time we got to San Jose She was grinding on my junk Our manager was a bit concerned I was coming off a little fey But your mom was there for a quick affair To kill the rumours I was gay Girl, we got with your mom When we were famous, pretty and dumb (We used the pull-out method, baby) Girl, your mom was the bomb And you're the baby-daddy baby of Bros 4 Life, yeah Bros 4 Life!