Boobs
(spoken)
(Alright now, this is a little modern-day love song for ya.)
People at this honky-tonk,
they're about to drive me insane.
To tell you the truth, my darlin',
you're the only reason I came.
But your beauty's so distractin',
hope it don't lead to my demise.
Can you please tell your boobs
to stop lookin' at my eyes.
They're playing crummy rap music,
and there ain't even a band.
Ah, And I wouldn't even be here,
but you hold my heart in your hands.
(Yes you do, baby.)
So before I lose my cool,
and start actin' like them other dirty guys,
would you please tell your boobs
to stop lookin' at my eyes.
(rap-style: Yo there, brother, we're giving' you a shout.
Got the bitches in stitches, and we're all hangin' out.
Lookin' good in the hood, tell you what it's all about.)
(Shoot that rapper, and let the guitar player play.)
If it wasn't for the alcohol,
I would be quoting Voltair.
But with that cute rocking' bod' of yours,
I can't do nothin' but stare.
Let's go to your place, baby,
stay up and watch the sun rise.
But first please tell your boobs
to stop lookin' at my eyes.
I'll be your sex object.
I'll be your good ol' boy toy.
We'll have the perfect redneck wedding,
then a little bundle of joy.
And somewhere down the road
we'll look back and we'll laugh about this night.
When I said, "Tell your boobs
to stop lookin' at my eyes."
Yeah, later down the road
we'll look back and we'll laugh about this night.
(Yes we will.)
Right now won't you tell your boobs
to stop lookin' at my eyes.
(ending: repeat 3 more times)
Stick out your boobsies
Stick out your boobsies
Stick out your boobs now