The bigger the cushion

The sweeter the pushin’

That’s what I said

The looser the waistband
The deeper the quicksand
Or, so I have read

My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I’d like to sink her with my pink torpedo

Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about bum cakes, my girl’s got ’em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?

I met her on Monday
‘Twas my lucky bun day
You know what I mean

I love her each weekday
Each velvety cheek day
You know what I mean

My love gun’s loaded and she’s in my sights
Big game is waiting there inside her tights, yeah

Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about mud flaps, my girl’s got ’em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?

My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I’d like to sink her with my pink torpedo

Big bottom, big bottom
Talk about bum cakes, my girl’s got ’em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How could I leave this behind?