Another town, another place
A little Maybelline to spread on my face, well
This underwear, a jubilaire
Make up my eyes and I'll tease out my hair, yeah

Shine up my pumps and I'll put on some hose
Dress up my clothes, yeah, I'll need two of those, hmm
It makes me feel so mighty real
Run in my stockings, hey, it ain't no big deal

Turn it out, you've to turn it out
Turn it out, you've got to work it out
Turn it out, you've to turn it out
Turn it out, you've got to work it out

Dress up my nails and I'll take a detail
Put on my lips maybe take out my hips, well
I'm looking lovely, baby, catch my affect
Give me attention, give me lots of respect, yeah

Shine up the runway, while I powder my nose
Turn on the spotlight, gonna strike up a pose, well
A dramp affair, nor derriere
I'll give you attitude and nothing compares

Turn it out, you've to turn it out
Turn it out, you've got to work it out
Turn it out, you've to turn it out
Turn it out, you've got to work it out

Why don't ya? Why don't ya?
(Mama's gonna percolate
You've got to move to stimulate, ya)
Why don't ya? Yeah
Lookin' like a luminary
Extra ordinary, sing it

Tight'n up the runway while I powder my nose
Turn on the spotlight, gonna strike up a pose
It makes me feel so mighty real
I'll turn you out when I turn on my heel, yeah

Turn it out, you've to turn it out
Turn it out, you've got to work it out
Turn it out, you've to turn it out
Turn it out, you've got to work it out

Show 'em what you know, baby
Do it now, do it hard, do it dirty
You've got, you turn it out
(We'll give you flatter, baby
Without a doubt)

Phew, hey
(We're gonna show you
Just what fashion's about)
Hey, why don't you?
(Mama's gonna percolate
You've got to move to stimulate ya)

Yeah, walk, talk, stop, stop, real, real, sex appeal
Why don't you?
(My girls are gonna educate ya
Got to go, so see ya later
Lookin' like a luminary
Extra-ordinary)
Sing it

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, listen up, Poo Poo
I'm tellin' you children, I'm looking too fierce
My hair's nappy, my gown is drenched, honey
My pumps are broken, my lashes are falling off my face
My nails are cracking 'cause I was frying some chicken
And lost my nails in the chicken pot

My mascara is drippin' all down my face
I'm tired, honey but let me tell you somethin'
Ms. Thang will carry on 'cause I'm a true diva
So don't you even go there with me
Just stay where you are and turn it out