When I discuss my age
My mother galls me of my pride
Son your growing old now
Pretty soon you'll need a bride now
Just because you've become a man's man now
There's still some things that you don't understand now
Why don't you buy some girl a gold band now
Hitch your wagon just as soon as you can now

My mama told me
You better settle down

There's some things that I want you to know now
Just as sure as the year's are gonna show now
Romances will come and your chances are gonna go now
Before you tell 'em that you love 'em so now

My mama told me
You better settle down

You should put yourself on market, son
Don't grow old with your bachelor fun
Mail-order brides have a need for husbands
Try to find you one who's postage brings you true loving
Before you take a tramp and say I do now
Make sure she's stamped just for you now


My mama told me
You better settle down

But don't make yourself a target, son
Don't be fooled by the "paperless" one
Gold-digging girls will strip mine a husband *
Try to find you one who's gonna give you true loving
Before you take a girl and say I do now
Make sure she's in love with you now
Make sure that her love's okay now
I'd hate to see you living "lone and grey now

My mama told me
You better settle down

* She's concerned: she don't want me to loose my mine, and be left with a shaft stuck through my heart's veins.