Текст песни Big Fat Funky Booty

My baby nice, she's so polite She say "please," when she ask me, Stay the night. She's around the house, she loves me so She's baking up a little bit of my Rising, rising dough Good lordy God, my gosh almighty Her booty fine, and it's trimmed so tidy Horseradish, mama, just a smidge Spend a whole lot of time peekin' into Her big old kitchen fridge Gotta love it, it's my duty She got a big fat funky booty Not above it, makes me moody Whole mess of big fat funky booty Waaaagh, sweet sugar plum I'm crippled blind, a little deaf and dumb It's wonderful, could I get a little more 'Cause it's about as wide as my garage door When we're in bed and it's late at night, she put her Ams around me and she hold me tight But I say, "No baby, no, baby, no, But I sure could use a bit of your funky booty, though."