Hey Mami, You sexy 
Hey Mami, you beautiful 
Hey Mami you sexy 
Hey Mami, can I get that number? 

Big hot pockets, feya, ugly 
Corny, busted, chopped, straight fugly 
British guys playing rugby 
Brooklyn boys who wanna thug me 
Skanky, cranky, foogly, oogly 
Slammin dudes who wanna do me 
G'Doonk G'Doonk, skoonky, flavors 
Bangin, mega hot, dumb haters 

Country boys and them boys in the city 
Buy me lunch and make me all giddy 
Sparkling clean, dirty, grimey and gritty 
Big muscle men and a little itty bitty 
Some look so good and some need a little work 
Some know what they gotta do to make me smirk 
Ralph, Donna, Marc, and my man Tommy 
Better go get that girl, Hey Mami 

Hey Mami, You sexy 
Hey Mami, you beautiful 
Hey Mami you sexy 
Hey Mami, can I get that number? 

Yeah Yeah Thats what they shout 
On the street when I strut when I walk to the store 
They wanna turn me out 
Hootin and hollerin 
Ring around the collar and 
This ain't Scores and 
You ain't wavin a dollar and 

You better tighten up that game 
Theres a million other guys tryin to get with us 
And you all sound the same 
You should slow it on down papi 
You sound like a carbon copy 
I wanna a man whos smooth, got all the right moves 
But you're just plain sloppy 

 Hey Mami, You sexy 
Hey Mami, you beautiful 
Hey Mami you sexy 
Hey Mami, can I get that number?