Though she's left three men in mourning
They still rate her butt a nine
If she says her weight is one-thirty
I would say most-ly be-hind
'Cause this girl is built, round bum ac-tu-al-ly
It's primo tail

And it's oh, so big
And it's so, sub-lime
And our thoughts, so filthy
Palms grow hair and kids go blind
It's a well inspected can, a round mound
Doin' it's own swing so pro-va-ca-TIVE-ly

All her marriages are fleeting
And it drives us men beserk
Thinkin' 'bout the poss-i-bil-i-ties
When Ben Affleck didn't work
'Cause her looks must pass, though I admit
I've never seen her face

'Cause it's oh, so sweet
And it's oh, so packed
When she walks, it looks like
Two cats fighting in a sack
It's a well inspected can, a round mound
Doin' it's own thing so de-mon-stra-TIVE-ly

Lying on her back is hard
'Cause it never meets the bed
Just her bottom and her head
When she drinks and takes her meds
Her men hope to get a better look
When J-Lo passes out

'Cause it's oh, so big
And It's oh, so creased
That her next, big movie
Is called Booty And The Beast
It's a well inspected can, a round mound
Doin' it's own swing so pro-va-ca-TIVE-ly

As she sways and walks I stare
Though I know I shouldn't ought-ta
And if ever she moves next door
I'll be peep-in' 'till I'm caught-ta
And the tabloids show the best about
Her inspiration-al shape

'Cause it's oh, so big
And it's aged, like wine
And my thoughts, so filthy
Yes it's where I'd like to dine
It's a well inspected can, a round mound
Doin' it's own swing so de-mon-stra-TIVE-ly