Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nikki Blonsky
Nikki Blonsky
Vocals
John Travolta
John Travolta
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marc Shaiman
Marc Shaiman
Songwriter
Scott Wittman
Scott Wittman
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Spilfogel
Chris Spilfogel
Additional Engineer
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
Ed Cherney
Ed Cherney
Mixing Engineer
Eric Weaver
Eric Weaver
Assistant Engineer
Fabrice Dupont
Fabrice Dupont
Additional Engineer
Frank Wolf
Frank Wolf
Mixing Engineer
Greg Hayes
Greg Hayes
Assistant Engineer
Marc Shaiman
Marc Shaiman
Producer
Patrick Spain
Patrick Spain
Assistant Engineer
Pete Karam
Pete Karam
Additional Engineer
Peter Mokran
Peter Mokran
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kennedy
Ryan Kennedy
Assistant Engineer
STEPHEN STEPANIC
STEPHEN STEPANIC
Assistant Engineer
Steve Genewick
Steve Genewick
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Tracy, I haven't left this house in, in years
Then isn't it time you did?
Oh, no, Tracy, you have your father meet with him
I don't want to be seen like this
The neighbors haven't seen me since I was a size ten
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
[Verse 1]
Hey, Mama, hey, Mama, look around
Everybody's groovin' to a brand new sound
Hey, Mama, hey, Mama, follow me
I know something's in you 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 that the world's spinning fast now
You gotta get yourself a brand new start
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
Hey, Mama
Hey, Mama
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Bridge]
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
[Verse 3]
There's my shining star, fantastic to meet you, I'm Mr. Pinky
It's so nice to meet you
Tracy, is this your older sister?
Flattery will not distract Ms. Turnblad's agent
Fifty-four double-D?
Triple-E
I hit the motherload
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 4]
Don't you 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-heel shoes
And once you find the style that makes you feel like you
Something fresh, something new
Come on out, hear us shout
Mama, that's your cue
[Verse 5]
Hey, Tracy, hey, baby, look at me
I'm the cutest chickie that ya ever did see
Hey, Tracy, hey, baby, look at us
Where is there a team that's half as fabulous?
I let go, go, go of the past now
Said hello to this red carpet ride
Yes, I know that the world's spinning fast now
Tell Lollabrigida to step aside
[Chorus]
Your mama's welcoming the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, your mama's welcoming the sixties
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Go, Mama, go, go, go
[Bridge]
Welcome to the sixties
Open the door for the girl who has more
She's a star, Tracy, go, go, go
[Outro]
Hey, Mama, welcome to the sixties
Your mama's hip (Hip)
Your mama's in (In, Mama)
Your mama's looking at herself and wonderin', "Where you been?" (Where you been?)
Your mama's lit (Lit)
She's all aglow (Glow, Mama)
Your mama once was holding back and Mama's gotta let go, go, go (Go, go, go)
Welcome to the 6 to the 0 to the apostrophe S
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, ye-yeah, ye-ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-ye-yeah, ye-yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, woo (Go, Mama, go, go, go)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Go, Mama, go, go, go
Written by: Marc Shaiman, Scott Wittman
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