The Little Hooters Girl

Little Hooters girl
Her rubber tight buns
A groovy pair to see
Umm, Double D fun
She brings me chicken wings
A ton, a ton, ton

She wears tight, skimpy things
Her tummy tight tum, rubber tight buns
Look at them guns

Oh, to ogle them,
Her rubber tight buns
That's why we come

Little Hooters girl
She's not a dumb-dumb,
She brings cold beer to me and poured us all some,
A birthday song they sang with mighty big lungs
Across the bar they hang her rubber tight bum, double D fun,
Had her boobs done

Then she smiled at me, I'll tip a big ton,
me and my chums
Look at them guns
Had her boobs done



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Rivers, Roger Treece
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