(Run boy, run boy)   (Run away back to mama boy)   (Run boy, run boy)      You ain't turning me on   You're just a mama's boy (na na na na na)   And there ain't no joy   Hanging round with mama's boys like you      So you're flashing the cash now   No you're never gonna get yourself a honey like that   And you're blowing your stash now   You don't know the first thing about us girls      So you think you're the bomb-bomb   In the city all the heavy-hitters talk about you   Tell yourself you're the King-Kong   Number one sexation of the world      Spinning your wheels   Won't take you nowhere baby   Why can't you see   You ain't turning me on      You're just a mama's boy   A little thing for us to play with   You're a mama's boy   That I ain't gonna waste another day with   Just a toy   Damaging my reputation   And there ain't no joy   Hanging round with mama's boys like you      (Run away back to mama boy)      You're still acting like a dumb-dumb (dumb dumb)   What's it gonna take to really let the message sink in   We've been singing the same song   What's the part that you don't understand      Is it you, is it us   Tell me what you can't hear   If you do, if you don't   Say and I'll make it clear      Spinning your wheels   Won't take you nowhere baby   Why can't you see   You ain't turning me on      You're just a mama's boy   A little thing for us to play with   You're a mama's boy   That I ain't gonna waste another day with   Just a toy   Damaging my reputation   And there ain't no joy   Hanging round with mama's boys like you      (Run boy, run boy)   (Run away back to mama boy)   (Run boy, run boy)      You ain't turning me on   Singing that same old song      You're just a mama's boy   A little thing for us to play with   You're a mama's boy   That I ain't gonna waste another day with   Just a toy   Damaging my reputation   And there ain't no joy   Hanging round with mama's boys like you      (Run boy, run boy)   (Na na na na na)   (Run boy, run boy)   (Run away back to mama boy)    Just a toy      (Run boy, run boy)   (Run away back to mama boy)   And there ain't no joy   Hanging round with mama's boys like you