Lyrics:

Bahama, Bahama mamaGot the biggest house in town, Bahama mamaBahama, Bahama mamaBut her trouble''s getting down, Bahama mamaShe has six daughters and not one of them is married yetAnd she''s looking high and lowAnd none of them plays ever hard to getSo if you''re lonesome: go there, go!Bahama, Bahama mamaYou should all be looking for Bahama mamaBahama, Bahama mamaAnd I''m sure you will adore Bahama mamaBahama, Bahama mamaGot the biggest house in town, Bahama mamaBahama, Bahama mamaBut her trouble''s getting down, Bahama mamaYou''ll meet her daughters, they ''ll be treatin'' you to honeycakeThey''ll be sweet and nice to youAnd maybe there is one you''d like to takeWell, then you''ll know just what to doBahama, Bahama mamaShe is really in a fix, Bahama mamaBahama, Bahama mamaBeing stuck with all them six, Bahama mama(What''s the matter with men today?Six beautiful roses and nobody to pluck themIt''s a crying shame!) (Hey!Hey, hey, hey!)Bahama, Bahama mamaGot the biggest house in town, Bahama mamaBahama, Bahama mamaBut her trouble''s getting down, Bahama mamaThe thing is: each of them looks like a gorgeous movie queenEveryone a perfect findAnd if a man refused that tempting sceneHe simply can''t make up his mindBahama, Bahama mamaGot the biggest house in town, Bahama mamaBahama, Bahama mamaBut her trouble''s getting down, Bahama mamaBahama, Bahama mamaGot the biggest house in town, Bahama mamaBahama, Bahama mamaBut her trouble''s getting down, Bahama mama(Hey, hey!Hey!)