Mama’S Baby (Daddy’S Maybe)

There's a real good woman in almost every home
Who's just plain sick and tired of being done wrong
Cleaning up behind you, wearing one faded dress
Bearing sons for you every year while you stick out your chest
"You can't miss what you can't measure"
Is what you tell us all the time
You go around bragging about your son
But this ought to blow your mind
When I tell you

Mama's baby and Daddy's maybe
Mama's baby, Daddy's maybe

You take Johnny, a real good friend of mine
Always bragging how he makes his woman walk the line
Everybody called him a player except behind his back
He used to say you couldn't fool a fooler
But his old lady fixed that
"You can't miss what you can't measure"
Is Johnny's old slogan, too
Now he's walking 'round with his head hung down
Wondering what he oughta do
'Cause you're saying

Mama's baby and Daddy's maybe
Mama's little baby, Daddy's maybe

Girls, I know what too little love will make you do
You better think twice before you make your move
There ain't no sense in both of you being a fool, no, no
A man can't do no more than you let him do

Fellas, how long do you think you can keep your woman sweet
When you know that you only come home to change your clothes and eat?
Now, you might have a son who just don't look like you
Even though you got some doubt, you sure ain't got no proof
"You can't miss what you can't measure"
Is what you tell us all the time
And while you're going around bragging 'bout your son
You better keep this in mind
They're saying

(Mama's baby, Daddy's maybe)
Oh, check it out
(Mama's baby, Daddy's maybe)
You better do what I say
(Mama's baby, Daddy's maybe)
Go on, fellas, now, now
(Mama's baby, Daddy's maybe)
Listen to me
(Mama's baby, Daddy's maybe)
Listen to me
(Mama's baby, Daddy's maybe)
Why don't you listen to me?
(Mama's baby, Daddy's maybe)
You might be wrong, babe, but I'm right