When you go down to meet the boys at the docks
   With a smile on your face, feeling friendly.
   When you've been dancing on the top of a table
   With a bottle of wine in your hand
   When you're looking the guys in the eye
   With a wink and a wiggle of your hips
   They all go "Wow! What a dame!"
   And then you're off again
  
   Hey girl! Blame it on the soft spot
   Hey girl! Blame it on the wine
   Never mind what your mother says a good girl never should allow
   For hey girl, your mama's far away now
  
   Then you wake up with your head in a mess
   With a frown on your face, feeling guilty
   Hiding your legs in a pair of old jeans
   And a turtleneck up to your ears
   But as soon as you're out on the street
   Where the boys look you up and look you down
   You hear that "Wheet-whew! What a dame!"
   And then you're off again...
  
   Hey girl! Blame it on the soft spot
   Hey girl! Blame it on the wine
   Never mind what your mother says a good girl never should allow
   For hey girl, your mama's far away now
  
   Don't get lonely, no matter what you do
   For life is full of old maids, girl
   From Rio to Timbuktu
   So let go, don't feel ashamed
   Let your worries go far, far away
   For you know that you'll be with the boys today...
  
   Hey girl! Blame it on the soft spot
   Hey girl! Blame it on the wine
   Never mind what your mother says a good girl never should allow
   For hey girl, your mama's far away
   Hey! Blame it on the soft spot
   Hey girl! Blame it on the wine
   Never mind what your mother says a good girl never should allow
   For hey girl, your mama's far away now
   Hey girl, your mama's far away now
   Hey girl, your mama's far away now