Do What Mother Do Songtext
von Donna Summer

She likes your hair (that′s right)
She likes your walk (hands up, peg)
She makes you red (too much)
She stirs your tea (better)
She loves her son (and that's me)
She cuts your bread (for free)

Just thank the Lord for your mother

Spend your days on funky way
Do what mother do
Spend your days on funky way
Do what mother do

Spend your days on funky way
Do what mother do
Spend your days on funky way
Do what mother do


She makes you a friend (that′s good)
She holds your hand (she would)
She makes you feel (alright)
She's by your side (all night)
She keeps you high (right on)
She drives your car (hey, that's wrong)

Just thank the Lord for your mother

Spend your days on funky way
Do what mother do
Spend your days on funky way
Do what mother do

Spend your days on funky way
Do what mother do
Spend your days on funky way
Do what mother do

Spend your days on funky way
Do what mother do
Spend your days on funky way
Do what mother do

Spend your days on funky way
Do what mother do
Spend your days on funky way
Do what mother do


She picks your chick (big deal)
She picks your friend (big deal)
She hugs your head (yes, ma′am)
She thinks you′re fine (oh, I am)
She thinks you're fine (I sure am)
She speaks your mind (I know it)

Just thank the Lord for your mother

Spend your days on funky way
Do what mother do
Spend your days on funky way
Do what mother do

Spend your days on funky way
Do what mother do
Spend your days on funky way
Do what mother do