| You may wonder what’s the reason | 
| For this great big smile; | 
| Say, I haven’t been so happy | 
| You may wonder what’s the reason | 
| For this great big smile; | 
| Say, I haven’t been so happy | 
| In the longest while! | 
| Got a big load off my mind | 
| Here’s the papers, sealed and signed; | 
| And the judge was nice and kind | 
| All through the trial | 
| This ends the five-year war | 
| I’m sweet Miss Waters once more! | 
| I can come when I please, I can go when I please | 
| I can flit, fly and flutter like the birds in the trees | 
| Because I’m no man’s mamma now! | 
| Hey, hey! | 
| I can say what I like, I can do what I like | 
| I’m a gal who is on a matrimonial strike; | 
| Which means, I’m no man’s mamma now! | 
| I’m screamin', «There, I know how | 
| A fella feels gettin' out of jail,» | 
| I’ve got twin beds | 
| But I take pleasure in announcin' one’s for sale! | 
| Am I makin' it plain? | 
| I will never again | 
| Drag around another ball and chain! | 
| I’m through | 
| Because, I’m no man’s mamma now! | 
| I can smile, I can wink, I can go take a drink | 
| And I don’t have to worry what my hubby will think! | 
| Because, I’m no man’s mamma now! | 
| Get it fixed! | 
| I can spend if I choose, I can play and sing the blues | 
| There’s nobody messing with my ones and my twos | 
| Because, I’m no man’s mamma now! | 
| You know that there was a time | 
| I used to think that men were grand | 
| But no more for mine | 
| I’ve gone and labeled my apartment | 
| «No Man’s Land!» | 
| I got rid of my cat, cause my cat’s name was Pat | 
| Won’t even have a mailbox in my flat! | 
| Because, I’m no man’s mamma now! |