Lyricist : Marc Shaiman/Scott Wittman
Composer : Marc Shaiman/Scott Wittman
Oh, Tracy, I haven't left this house in... in years
Then isn't it time you did?
Oh, no, Tracy
We'll have your father meet with him
I... I don't wanna be seen like this
The neighbors haven't seen me since I was a size 10
Don't make me do it, Tracy
Ma, it's changing out there
You'll like it
People who are different
Their time is coming
Hey, Mama, hey, Mama, look around
Everybody's groovin' to a brand-new sound
Hey, Mama, hey, Mama, follow me
I know somethin' in ya that you wanna set free
So let go, go, go of the past now
Say hello to the love in your heart
Yes, I know the world's spinning fast now
You gotta get yourself a brand-new-start
Hey, Mama, welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, Mama, welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, Mama, go, go, go
Welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey, Mama, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, Mama, hey, Mama, have some fun
I haven't left this house since 1951
Hey, Mama, hey, Mama, take a chance
Oh, Tracy, it's been years since someone asked me to dance
So let go, go, go of the past now
Say hello to the light in your eyes
Yes, I know that the world's spinning fast now
But you gotta run the race to win the prize
Hey, Mama, welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, Mama, welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, Mama, go, go, go
Welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey, Mama, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, Mama, welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, Mama, welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, Mama, go, go, go
Welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey, Mama, hey, Mama
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the rhythm of a brand-new day
Take your old-fashioned fears
And just throw them away
You should add some color and a fresh new 'do
'Cause it's time for a star
Who looks just like you
There's my shining star!
Fantasitc to meet you!
I'm Mr. Pinky
It's so nice to meet you
Tracy, is this your older sister?
Flattery will not distract Miss Turnblad's agent
54 double D?
Triple E 三E
I hit the Mother lode!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, Mama, welcome to the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, Mama, go, go, go
Don't cha let nobody try to steal your fun
'Cause a little touch of lipstick never hurt no one
The future's got a million roads for you to choose
But you'll walk a little taller in some high-heeled shoes
And once you find the style that makes you feel like you
Something fresh, something new
Step on out, hear us shout
Mama, that's your cue
Hey, Tracy, hey, baby, look at me
I'm the cutest chickie that you ever this see
Hey, Tracy, hey, baby, look at us
Where is there's a team that's half as fabulous
I let go, go, go of the past now
Say hello to this red carpet ride
Yes, I know that the world's spinning fast now
Tell lollobrigda to step aside
Your Mama's welcoming the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-babe
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, Mama, go, go, go
Welcome to the sixties
Open the door to the girl who has more
She's a star, Tracy, go, go, go
Hey, Mama, welcome to the sixties
Your Mama's hip, your Mama's in
Hey Mama
Your Mama's lookin' at herself and wonderin' "Where've you been?"
Where've you been?
Your Mama's lit, she's all aglow
Your Mama, what she's holdin' back
Your Mama's gotta let go, go, go
Welcome to the "six", to the"0"
To the apostrophe"s" hey-yay, baby, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, yeah
Go, Mama, go, go, go
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, go, Mama, go, go, go!
