The Boobie Song

I'm an older man now
 I got nothin' to hide
 Gonna tell you about, something I've been keepin' bottled up inside
 See there's something that I love
 I dream of every night
 I wish I had a bunch,
 I could keep them everywhere, always one in sight
 Some women think that I stare too long
 I just can't resist, watching them bounce along
 I love boobies
 Yes I do
 Call them jugs, cans, melons,
 Call them whatever you please
 God bless the twins
 I love the number two
 Love the way they feel when you give 'em a squeeze
 Such a lovely thing, that soft protrusion
 Hat's off to the designer,
 cause the nipple on top was a nice inclusion
 I like all kinds of them
 All sizes and shapes
 Especially when its cold and they look
 like they got their own pair of grapes
 I don't really like those little ones like Kate Moss
 I like big Brittany ones, covered with chocolate sauce
 I love boobies
 Yes I do
 Call them jugs, cans, melons,
 Call them whatever you please
 God bless the twins
 I love the number two
 Love the way they feel when you give 'em a squeeze
 Hanging out at the beach
 Covered with tan, sweaty things
 Has to use self-control, to keep from runnin' 'round pulling strings
 You know I'm not the only guy
 With hooters on his mind
 If you wanna hang out, my address is in the state registry online
 Some girls are wearing their chests all so wrong
 I'm gong to create, a boobie-version of the thong
 I love boobies
 Yes I do
 Call them jugs, cans, melons,
 Call them whatever you please
 God bless the twins
 I love the number two
 Love the way they feel when you give 'em a squeeze