Boobs

You've gotta have boobs If you want to impress tycoons and rubes You need boobs to fill out a sweater You need 2 but 3 might be better (That's one in the back for dancing) Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doo You've gotta be stacked Hey, you gotta be grouped Individually packed For with boobs you can start a romance off Make a man stand right up and take his... hat off (I know it doesn't rhyme, ducky, but it does keep me legitimate) To make a bull for the earth and Even a cow has to show her utters You've gotta have boobs B-O-O-B-S Some push 'em up Some stick 'em out And some keep 'em flappin' in the breeze Some tie then down because if they don't They would hang down to their knees Just you tease You've gotta have boobies If you want men to offer diamonds and rubies Why, even a tennis player would knock his balls out (Over the net) For a chick who fills each cup until she falls out Big, small, medium, or oversized They've all got that flavor and it's You've gotta have boobs B-O-O-B-S Now, some have enough And some have too much And some, like me, could stand a whole lot more Some are like watermelons And some are like grapes And some are like knobs upon the door What's your score? You've gotta be filled Two fried eggs will never grab him like grapefruits will (And they're both breakfast foods) But listen girls, don't try to fool your lover Remember, he can go to Good Year if he wants rubber Some men are leg men and some are behind men But if he's a boobs man even a blind man'll find 'em You've gotta have boobs B-O-O-B-S You think it's easy to write songs like this? Lots of research Just think if all us girls had boobies with fluorination We could take the cavities out of the whole damn nation A nibble a day keeps the dentist away All like big knockers (This goes over great in Israel) You've gotta have boobs Oh, be kind to your flat-chested friends Tomorrow she may be bigger than you are You start out with A-cup and wind up with E-cup Silicon's a girl's best friend.