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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 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?
Sex Farm
Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
And poking your hay
Scratching in your henhouse
Sniffing at your feedbag
Slipping out your back door
I'm leaving my spray
Sex farm woman
I'm gonna mow you down
Sex farm woman
I'll rake and mow you down
Sex farm woman
Don't you see my silo risin' high
Working on a sex farm
Hosing down your barn door
Bothering you livestock
They know what I need
Working up a hot sweat
I'm scretching in your pea patch
Plowing through your beanfield
Planting my seed
Sex farm woman
I'll be your hired hand
Sex farm woman
I'll let my offer stand
Sex farm woman
Don't you feel my tractor rumbling by by-by-byyyy
Working on a sex farm
Wolfing down some cornbread
I'm turning on the tv
Joining the grange.
Well, you fold the meat like this..
Yes, and look, the bread just breaks...this is...this is rubbish Ian...
Look, forget it, I dont want this to affect your performance tonight.
It won't ok? I'm a professional
"We got the bigger dressing room though"
I'm Artie Fufkin, from Polymer records, it's my fault. Kick my @ss, please, kick it.
There's like..none more black. How more black can it be? And the answer is..is..well, none.
"Do you have any artificial body parts"
Derek Smalls:
"No, not really"
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 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?
Sex Farm
Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
Getting out my pitch fork
And poking your hay
Scratching in your henhouse
Sniffing at your feedbag
Slipping out your back door
I'm leaving my spray
Sex farm woman
I'm gonna mow you down
Sex farm woman
I'll rake and mow you down
Sex farm woman
Don't you see my silo risin' high
Working on a sex farm
Hosing down your barn door
Bothering you livestock
They know what I need
Working up a hot sweat
I'm scretching in your pea patch
Plowing through your beanfield
Planting my seed
Sex farm woman
I'll be your hired hand
Sex farm woman
I'll let my offer stand
Sex farm woman
Don't you feel my tractor rumbling by by-by-byyyy
Working on a sex farm
Wolfing down some cornbread
I'm turning on the tv
Joining the grange.