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Chorus:
Mummy don’t know
Daddy’s getting hot
At the body shop,
Doing something unholy.
He lucky, lucky.
Eh, eh, eh, eh.
He lucky, lucky.
Eh, eh, eh, eh.
He lucky, lucky.
Eh, eh, eh, eh.
He lucky, lucky.
Eh, eh, eh.
A lucky, lucky girl,
She got married to a boy like you.
She’d kick you out if
She ever, ever knew
‘Bout all the…
You tell me that you do.
Dirty, dirty boy,
You know everyone is
Talking on the scene.
I hear them whispering ‘bout
The places that you’ve been
And how you don’t know how
To keep your business clean.
Chorus:
Mummy don’t know
Daddy’s getting hot
At the body shop,
Doing something unholy.
He’s sat back while
She’s dropping it,
She be popping it,
Yeah, she put it down slowly.
Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh,
He left his kids at
Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome,
So he can get that.
Mummy don’t know
Daddy’s getting hot
At the body shop,
Doing something unholy. (Woo!)
Mmm, daddy, daddy, if you want it,
Drop the add’y.
Give me love, give me Fendi,
My Balenciaga daddy.
You gon’ need to bag it up,
‘Cause I’m spending on Rodeo. (Woo!)
You can watch me back it up;
I’ll be gone in the A.M.
And he, he get me Prada,
Get me Miu Miu like Rihanna. (Ah.)
He always call me
‘Cause I never cause no drama.
And when you want it, baby,
I know I got you covered.
And when you need it, baby,
Just jump under the covers.
Chorus:
Mummy don’t know
Daddy’s getting hot (hot)
At the body shop (shop),
Doing something unholy.
He’s sat back while
She’s dropping it,
(She) She be popping it (she),
Yeah, she put it down slowly.
Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh,
He left his kids at
Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome,
So he can get that.
Mummy don’t know
Daddy’s getting hot
At the body shop,
Doing something unholy.
Published 25.11.22