Yo Mama in the 80s

Yeah she's hotter than yo mama in the 80s

Doing that thing she do

Making it look so damn cool

Hotter than your mama in the 80s

Rockin that gold Lame

Hair pinned up, she came to slay

I'm not a rapper, I'm a singer

But I got little story, this is how it's best delivered

So I'm walking down the street in my parachute pants

It's not the 80s anymore, so everybody laughed

Only problem is I wasn't trying to be funny

This is who I am, retro funky

Then I caught her out the corner of my eye

Is this the girl from the Karate Kid, Ali with an I

I think I love her though we've never met

With her pink Converse & her jelly bracelets

Did you come here in a Time Machine?

And if you're going back to the future, baby take me

She's hotter than yo mama in the 80s

Doing that thing she do

Making it look so damn cool

Hotter than your mama in the 80s

Groovin like Janet J

Little black cat, she came to play

She's so Pretty in Pink

Purple hoop earrings

Toppin it off with those high wasted jeans

She's Some Kind Of Wonderful

Christie Brinkley

A modern era Uptown Girl

Too bad the world just don't get it

People stopping and staring like she's a carnival exhibit

Let em talk, she aint listening

She says

Here's my big booty and ya'll can just kiss it

Yeah she's hotter than yo mama in the 80s

Doing that thing she do

Making it look so damn cool

Hotter than your mama in the 80s

Struttin like Taylor Dayne

High heel boots, she came to slay