Hey

 

How do my plans fit in with yours? (Oh)

You're such a doll and I'm a boy

Where did my parents go? (Oh, oh)

I'm not in Italy

They like vacation homes much more than they love me

 

You're made of plastic, I'm just blood

When I was born, you were produced

 

I wish I was a toy

You say, "Hahahahahaha"

And you laugh

And I cry

 

Half of my heart is in your chest

I'm not a mama's boy

I'd go see Italy

I'd go see Tuscany

If you could come with me

 

Maxa-Maxa-Million, what you waiting up for?

Please come out and play with us more

Izzy Izzy Izzybell likes to stay in the house

Please come out and play with us now

M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy

M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy

Mama's boy, mama's boy

M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy

M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy

M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy

M-A-M-A-B-O-Y, mama's boy, mama's boy