My boobs are big and floppy,
It really is so soppy,
Why do they have to be so big,
I’ll have to put up a miniature rig.
They get to be a nuisance,
When I’m in the bath,
They’re flopping here and flopping there,
Especially when I wash my hair.
But like it or not they’ve got to stop,
Right where they are oh what a shock,
To carry about two ton of potatoes,
Oh you boobs how I hate you.
And yet to hate them I cannot,
Cause what I’ve got is an awful lot,
They really are a handful in every kind of way,
So nice and round and even but they have lots of sway.
I think when I pop the bucket,
I’ll put it in my will,
To keep them sitting in two jars,
To give the boys a thrill.
So while I’m sitting down here on earth,
My boobs do cause a lot of mirth,
They say they see me coming before I actually arrive,
Because in front of me my boobs they do the jive.