Girl you be the mother fucking mayor of my heart.
Amber alert, so call yourself the National Guard.

You're going straight to hell.
Exxon and Shell.
What do we do now the troops are committed?
If nothing is true then everything is permitted.

(Chorus)
Oo-la-la, momma cha-cha
Mommy do the coup d'etat!
Yeah!

Oo-la-la, momma cha-cha
Mommy do the coup d'etat!
Yeah, yeah!

You got the sweet carmel-colored waterfront spot.
We got the muscle we the dominant monkey on your block.
Gonna get cha!

We gonna buy and sell.
We gonna drain your well.
Getting fat off the fruit of your labour.
You can suck on the scraps, see y'all bitches later.

(Chorus)
Oo-la-la, momma cha-cha
Mommy do the coup d'etat!
Yeah!

Oo-la-la, momma cha-cha
Mommy do the coup d'etat!
Yeah!

To do this dance you need funky behavior.
Let's say you're under the thumb of a little dictator.
You need a catchy manifesto and a hot front-man,
Like Guevara in a speedo with the sweet suntan (yeah!)

Throw your fists in the air like you just don't care! (Woooo!)
Wave em side to side, you got national pride!
You storm the compound, it's a glorious day.
But you pimped your ass to the C.I.A., sucker!

(Chorus)
Oo-la-la, momma cha-cha
Mommy do the coup d'etat!
Yeah!

Oo-la-la, momma cha-cha
Mommy do the coup d'etat!
Yeah! Alright!

Oo-la-la, momma cha-cha
Mommy do the coup d'etat!
Yeah!

Oo-la-la, momma cha-cha
Mommy do the coup d'etat!
Yeah! Alright!