When you go down to meet the boys at the docks With a smile on your face, feeling friendly When you've been dancing on the top of the table With a bottle of wine in your hand When you're looking the guys in the eyes With a wink and a wiggle of your hips They all go "Wow! What a dame!" And then you're off again (): Hey girl, blame it on the soft spot (Doo do do do do do do) Hey girl, blame it on the wine Never mind what your mother says a good girl never should allow For hey girl, your mama's far away now Then you wake up with your head in a mess With a frown on your face, feeling guilty Hiding your legs in a pair of old jeans With a turtleneck up to your ears But as soon as you're out in the street Where the boys look you up and look you down You hear that "Wheet-whew! What a dame!" And then you're off again (Repeat) Don't get lonely, no matter what you do For life is full of old maids, girl From Rio to Timbuktu So let go, don't feel ashamed Let your worries go far, far away For you know that you'll be with the boys today (Repeat twice) Hey girl, your mama's far away now Hey girl, your mama's far away now