Credits
Lyrics
Good evening, we're the Two Man Gentleman Band from New York City!
C'mon friend
Last night (Last night)
As my baby (As my baby)
Was sleepin' inside her bed
I took a tape (Took a tape)
Measure to her (Measure to her)
Oh, just to see what it read
Said thirty-seven (Thirty-seven)
'Round her bosom ('Round her bosom)
And twenty-nine around her waist
Said thirty-seven (Thirty-seven)
Around her hips ('Round her hips)
And I began to celebrate
My baby's got priiime numbers
Oh, prime numbers, ooh-wee
That means she's only divisible by one
And that one's gonna be me
I once knew (I once knew)
A girl in New York City (Girl in New York City)
She had nice rounded curvy hips
But I took a look (Took a look)
At her brassiere (Her brassiere)
And it said the number thirty-six
It was then (It was then)
My heart was broke (Heart was broke)
For I knew she wouldn't be all mine
I'd have to split (Have to split)
Her up with other fellas
Two, three, four, six, twelve, eighteen, or nine
Thank you, those are the factors of thirty-six in a song
We're the only- we're the only band that does that, yeah
And thus
She didn't have priiime numbers
Prime numbers, ooh-wee
But my baby's only divisible by one
And that one's gonna be me
My baby's got priiime numbers
Oh, prime numbers, ooh-wee
That means she's only divisible by one
And that one's gonna be me
Oh, my baby's got priiime numbers
Prime numbers, ooh-wee
That means she's only divisible by one
And that one's gonna be me
Written by: Andy Bean
