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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
SMASH Cast
Performer
Jennifer Hudson
Vocals
Marc Shaiman
Piano
Shayna Steele
Background Vocals
Aaron Heick
Alto Saxophone
Keith Cotton
Organ
Larry Saltzman
Guitar
Will Lee
Bass
Rich Mercurio
Drums
Tony Kadleck
Trumpet
Raul Agraz
Trumpet
Bud Burridge
Trumpet
Birch Johnson
Trombone
Bruce Eidem
Trombone
Jack Schatz
Trombone
Ted Nash
Alto Saxophone
Dan Willis
Tenor Saxophone
Bryan Crook
Tenor Saxophone
Rick Walburn
Baritone Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marc Shaiman
Composer
Scott Wittman
Lyrics
Aaron Heick
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marc Shaiman
Executive Producer
Scott Wittman
Executive Producer
Scott M. Riesett
Producer
Harvey Mason, Jr.
Producer
Todd Whitelock
Engineer
Andrew Hey
Engineer
Lawrence Manchester
Mixing Engineer
Charlie Kramsky
Assistant Engineer
Akihiro Nishimura
Assistant Engineer
Dan Fyfe
Assistant Engineer
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer
Craig Zadan
Executive Producer
Neil Meron
Executive Producer
Darryl Frank
Executive Producer
Justin Falvey
Executive Producer
Theresa Rebeck
Executive Producer
Joshua Safran
Executive Producer
Steven Spielberg
Executive Producer
Lyrics
A boy I go to school with calls me up for a date
He said "I'll come and get you 'bout a quarter to eight"
We go off to a movie where he steals a little kiss
And then we park around the corner to explore a little bliss
I think his heart's a-pounding but it isn't my man
It's my mama out the window with a frying pan
Saying, "Hands off, mister, that's my little girl
Keep your cultivating fingers off my precious little pearl"
I never get to keep no company
Because one and one is two but baby
Mama makes three
Now, ladies, listen up
I got a little older with a place of my own
A guy from work who's all of that starts ringing my phone
We book a little hotel at the Jersey Shore
But you know it ain't the ocean that we're goin' there for
We go to check in, but then I hear 'em shout
Because my mama's at the front desk checkin' us out
Saying, "Hands off, mister, mister, don't you come near
I have some big reservations 'bout your reservations here"
He hit the ground, runnin', as he threw her the key
Because one and one is two but baby
Mama makes three
She chaperoned each party, every date, and every day it's
"Hey mama, you was once a girl, now give a girl a chance!"
I wish my wiser pa could help to free his little bird
But he knows that he's a goner if he ever says a word
I moved away and finally meet the man of my dreams
He put the diamond on my finger, how it sparkles and gleams
We have a simple wedding with the shoes and the rice
And then we head off to our honeymoon to really break the ice
I whispered, "Dim the lights" and go to slip on something red
But when I turn around you know who's lying in bed
Saying, "Hands off, mister, that's the light of my life
I ain't giving up my daughter just because she's your wife"
We'll never add a branch to our family tree
Because one and one is two but baby
Mama makes three, oh!
Mama makes three, yeah!
Yeah, mama makes three!
Yeah, oh!
Hey mama I love you still, but (Veronica: Oh!)
Hey mama I've had my fill (Veronica: Ooh!)
Hey mama you're where it began, but (Veronica: Whoo!)
Hey mama I love my man
Hey mama please leave us alone
Hey mama just use the phone (Veronica: Yeah!)
Hey mama you had romance (Veronica: Yeah!)
So mama give a girl a chance
Hey!
Give a girl a chance!
Hey!
Hey mama I love you still, but (Veronica: I love you!)
Hey mama I've had my fill (Veronica: I love you!)
Hey mama you're where it began, but
Hey mama I love my man (Veronica: Whoo!)
Hey mama please leave us alone (Veronica: I love you!)
Hey mama just use the phone (Veronica: I love you!)
Hey mama you had romance
So mama give a girl a chance
Just give me a chance, give me a chance!
Give a girl a chance!
Give a girl a chance!
Hey!
Writer(s): Marc Shaiman, Scott Michael Wittman
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