Lyrics:

Tracy, I haven't left this house in, in years
Then isn't it time you did?
Oh, no, Tracy, you have your father meet with him
I don't want to be seen like this
The neighbors haven't seen me since I was a size ten
Don't make me do it, Tracy
Ma, it's changing out there
You'll like it, people who are different? Their time is coming

Hey, mama, hey, mama, look around
Everybody's groovin' to a brand new sound
Hey, mama, hey, mama, follow me
I know something's in you that you wanna set free
So let go, go, go of the past now
Say hello to the love in your heart
Yes, I know that the world's spinning fast now
You gotta get yourself a brand new start

Hey, mama, welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, mama, welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, mama, go, go, go
Welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, mama
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey, mama, hey, mama, have some fun
I haven't left this house since 1951
Hey, mama, hey, mama, take a chance
Oh, Tracy, it's been years since someone asked me to dance
So let go, go, go of the past now
Say hello to the light in your eyes
Yes, I know that the world's spinning fast now
But you gotta run the race to win the prize

Hey, mama, welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, mama, welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, mama, go, go, go
Welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, mama
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, mama, welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, mama, welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, mama, go, go, go
Welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, mama
Hey, mama
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Welcome to the rhythm of a brand new day
Take your old-fashioned fears
And just throw them away
You should add some color and a fresh new 'do
'Cause it's time for a star who looks just like you

There's my shining star, fantastic to meet you, I'm Mr. Pinky
It's so nice to meet you
Tracy, is this your older sister?
Flattery will not distract Ms. Turnblad's agent
Fifty-four double-D?
Triple-E
I hit the motherload

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, mama, welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, mama, go, go, go

Don't you let nobody
Try to steal your fun
'Cause a little touch of lipstick never hurt no one
The future's got a million roads for you to choose
But you'll walk a little taller in some high-heel shoes
And once you find the style that makes you feel like you
Something fresh, something new
Come on out, hear us shout
Mama, that's your cue

Hey, Tracy, hey, baby, look at me
I'm the cutest chickie that ya ever did see
Hey, Tracy, hey, baby, look at us
Where is there a team that's half as fabulous?
I let go, go, go of the past now
Said hello to this red carpet ride
Yes, I know that the world's spinning fast now
Tell Lollabrigida to step aside

Your mama's welcoming the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, your mama's welcoming the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, mama, go, go, go

Welcome to the sixties
Open the door for the girl who has more
She's a star, Tracy, go, go, go

Hey, mama, welcome to the sixties
Your mama's hip (Hip)
Your mama's in (In, mama)
Your mama's looking at herself and wonderin', 'Where you been?' (Where you been?)
Your mama's lit (Lit)
She's all aglow (Glow, mama)
Your mama once was holding back and mama's gotta let go, go, go (Go, go, go)
Welcome to the six to the O to the apostrophe S
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah, ye-yeah, ye-ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-ye-yeah, ye-yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, woo
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Go, mama, go, go, go