Valentina Songtext / Lyric

Hey valentina tell ur mama

She should give me a call

When she get tired of runnin'

After you down the hall

B4 you came onto the scene it was a hollywood mess

Ur mama was a movie queen

She was one of the best



Every boy had the hots 4 her,

Around the world even girls adored her

Mexican bombshell

Come to conquer the west






Hey valentina tell ur mama

She should give me a call

When she get tired of runnin'

After you down the hall

And she's all worn out

From those late night feedings

And she ready for another

Rock 'n roll meeting

Oh valentina tell ur mama

She should give me a call



Your uncle sam used to hold it down

Every day



Watch the bootyguards

Scarecrow the buzzards away

Like an aeroplane the time flies over

So many guys they couldn't get

Ur sweet little mama to stay



Curvier than

A fender stratocaster guitar...

Reality bender... from no greencard

to superstar



Broken up slang even when

The king of Hollywood ain't that tall

Sho as betty's ugly

Ur mama's bigger than 'em all

Hey valentina



Tell your mama she should call up mia

In advance



If Penelope wants to cruz

There ain't no way that we ain't gon dance

Tell your mama should should give me a call

That's all