"I Dig Knockers and Hooters"

I dig knockers and hooters, and I’m gonna take this chance to say (and sing out)
Full figured cuties I could ogle from sunup to sundown ev’ry day,
when down sidewalks they’re sashayin’,
with A’s a-twich and T’s swayin’
no way … can I look away!

I dig the mamas with the ta-tas, it’s a trip when they strip, I’ll say!
I get hot when ev’rthing’s showin’ and no bra obstructs the display, yeah.
And when my eyesight’s failin’
I’ll rely on boob-Braille, and
Hey! Feel-readin’ can be a ball.

I dig poms (even on a dyke** equipped that way
who bristles when I goggle ’cause I am not girl who’s gay).
I love both bee-stings and melons (bee-stings and melons)
because they all get me swellin’ (Oh yeah)
they all attract me the same way.

I dig unlockin’ a bold duo when a filly’s bra keeps it unseen.
I think nudity’s fun thing. When the girl is agreein’,
my joy, words can’t convey it,
because without her okay it
will be frustration when she declines.

boulders, bosoms, Ben and Jerry, Bert and Ernie, Bob and Ray, BBs
headlights, heavy-hangers, hummers, Abelard and Héloise
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