Ah well there's a type of girl and Rubens lent her his name.
This girl ain't playing at any food-snubbin' game.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Rubens, Rubens was an artist,
And his gals are kinda zaftig.
Rubens, Rubens, Rubenesque, so fine.

Looks like they ain't lost baby fat and like pies.
I tell ya, they steal away their friends' mayonnaise-laced fries.
They are happy when they're fressin';
I'm might impressed when they pose, post-undressin'. . .
Rubens, Rubens, Rubenesque behinds.

["Paint babes" overlaid with "Rubens, Rubens, Rubens, paint me"] 4x
["Paint babes" overlaid with "Don't blow like ' Gogh"]
["Paint babes" overlaid with "Rubens, Rubens, Rubens, paint me"]

Well there's a type of girl and Rubens lent her his name
She does not look like slender Channing in Auntie Mame,
No, no, no no no!

Got a butt with adipose tissue,
Got some jugs that look like milk's about to issue.
Wow, big 'uns, wow! Rubens, Rubens, Rubens, what a guy!

[repeat "Paint babes". . . .]