Lyrics

Frisky fingers
She’s got frisky fingers
Her son, he knew since he was one
Mama’s gonna feed him and getter done
With her frisky fingers

You can’t take her out to a real nice joint
Can’t leave her at home what’s the point
Of keeping an eye on your mother in law
When she wears ponchos and a Bogart bra

And she’s got frisky fingers
She’s got frisky fingers
Her son, he knew since he was one
Mama’s gonna feed him and getter done
With her frisky fingers

You can’t take her out you can’t leave her at home
She’ll cry and pout and get on the phone
She knows her friends cards names and numbers
She’ll try em out, she’ll place her order

With her frisky fingers
She’s got frisky fingers
Her son, he knew since he was young
Mama’s gonna feed him and getter done
With her frisky fingers

One of these days she’s gonna get caught
Reputation can’t be bought
With stolen credit or a five finger discount
She snarfed your good name
Sorry’s don’t count

When you’ve got frisky fingers
Frisky fingers
Her son, he knew since he was one
Mama’s gonna feed him and getter done
With her frisky fingers

So watch your friends on your wedding night
Make em check their bags when they’re leaving sight
Cause she’s gonna be there with her

Frisky fingers
She’s got frisky fingers
Her son, he learned a thing or two
Ladies lined up for their dues
And his...
Frisky fingers!