The bigger the cushion

The sweeter the pushin'

The looser the waist band

The deeper the quicksand

My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo

I'd love to sink him with my pink torpedo

Big bottom, big bottom

Talk about bum cakes my guy's got 'em

Big bottom drive me out of my mind

How can I leave this behind?

I met him on Monday

'Twas my lucky bun day

I love him each weekday

Each velvety cheek day

My love gun's loaded as I dock at his port

Take aim at what's inside his Jockey shorts

Big bottom, big bottom

Talk about mud flaps my guy's got 'em

Big bottom drive me out of my mind

How can I leave them behind?

Big bottom, big bottom

Talk about bum cakes my guy's got 'em

Big bottom drive me out of my mind

How can I leave this behind?

Big bottom, big bottom

Talk about mud flaps my guy's got 'em

Big bottom drive me out of my mind

How can I leave them behind?

How can I leave them behind?