Lyrics:

I met a fine beautician in a very fine condition
She was long and lean, and you know what that means
A good lovin' mama
A hard workin' woman
She makes a lot of money, I don't have to worry 'bout a thing
She works hard all day, dressin' hair
Man, you can bet I wanna get somewhere with my good lovin' mama
My hardworkin' woman
She makes a lot of money, I don't have to worry 'bout a thing
I meet the finest woman from everywhere
Because my baby dress their hair
I'll be her lover boy, she treats me like a king
She makes a lot of money, don't have to worry 'bout a thing


Yes, she keeps her hair so neat and fine
And every pound of her is mine
I'll be her lover boy
I'll be happy as a king
She makes a lot of money, don't have to worry 'bout a thing