[Chorus] Mama makes Cuban rice. Season with black beans and Spice. Not too hot made just right. Funny thing is I don't like rice. [Verse] In the mornings before the light. Mama man's the kitchen just out of sight. By time of Morning Sun. Mama's work has just begun. ( Then the music begins.) [Verse 2] Cuban rice Cuban pies. All laid before us in our eyes. All done with a smile. In Mama's Cuban Style. (Cuban soup Cuban stew mama knows what to do.) [Verse 3] Would you like enchiladas? Mama's got those too. Red or green cooked hot for you. Amazing things before we wake. (Eat, eat for goodness sake!) [Chorus] Mama makes Cuban rice. Season with black beans and Spice. Not too hot made just right. Funny thing is I don't like rice. [Verse 4] The people at work stop by. To see the kitchen as Mama fries. To see the cakes to see the pies. To see the enchiladas, bananas fried. (Oh my, oh my) [Verse 5] As the sun goes to rest. Mama sits she's done her best. Her children scurry in happy Glee. Till tomorrow we know when. (Mama starts all over again.)
