Mamá mamá no te robes mi yamaha

Ain't no way, fire

Last night my mom, took the bike again
I went down for breakfast and the lock was broken
It's not the first time I come across the surprise
To see that in old age my old lady went crazy
She puts on her blue jeans, with the help of my sister
And waits to go out until she finds me in bed

Mom, mom, mom, don't steal my Yamaha
Mom, mom, mom, at your age it's not that cool
Mom, mom, mom, don't steal my Yamaha
Mom, mom, mom, at your age it's not that cool

Last night my mom took the bike again
I went down for breakfast and the lock was broken
I don't know where the lady learned to drive
But yesterday someone saw her in a park at 100 miles per hour
Last night she only had a soda and a snack
And as she left she yelled at me: see you in Manchay

Mom, mom, mom, don't steal my Yamaha
Mom, mom, mom, at your age it's not that cool
Mom, mom, mom, don't steal my Yamaha
Mom, mom, mom, at your age it's not that cool