Spinal Tap. Back From The Dead. Big Bottom. Zeneszám

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 love to sink her with my pink torpedo.

Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about bum cakes,
My gal's got 'em.
Big bottom,
Drive me out of my mind.
How can I leave this behind?

I saw her on monday, 'twas my lucky bun day
You know what I mean.
I love her each weekday, each velvety cheekday
You know what I mean.
My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights
Big game's waiting there inside of her tights

Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about mud flaps
My gal's got 'em
Big bottom
Drive me out of my mind.
How can I leave this behind?