Boobs

You've gotta have boobs
If you want to impress tycoons and rubes
You need boobs to fill out a sweater
You need 2 but 3 might be better
(That's one in the back for dancing)
Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doo

You've gotta be stacked
Hey, you gotta be grouped
Individually packed
For with boobs you can start a romance off
Make a man stand right up and take his... hat off
(I know it doesn't rhyme, ducky, but it does keep me legitimate)

To make a bull for the earth and Even a cow has to show her utters
You've gotta have boobs
B-O-O-B-S

Some push 'em up
Some stick 'em out
And some keep 'em flappin' in the breeze
Some tie then down because if they don't
They would hang down to their knees
Just you tease

You've gotta have boobies
If you want men to offer diamonds and rubies
Why, even a tennis player would knock his balls out
(Over the net)
For a chick who fills each cup until she falls out

Big, small, medium, or oversized
They've all got that flavor and it's You've gotta have boobs
B-O-O-B-S

Now, some have enough
And some have too much
And some, like me, could stand a whole lot more
Some are like watermelons
And some are like grapes
And some are like knobs upon the door
What's your score?

You've gotta be filled
Two fried eggs will never grab him like grapefruits will
(And they're both breakfast foods)
But listen girls, don't try to fool your lover
Remember, he can go to Good Year if he wants rubber

Some men are leg men and some are behind men
But if he's a boobs man even a blind man'll find 'em
You've gotta have boobs
B-O-O-B-S

You think it's easy to write songs like this?
Lots of research

Just think if all us girls had boobies with fluorination
We could take the cavities out of the whole damn nation
A nibble a day keeps the dentist away
All like big knockers
(This goes over great in Israel)

You've gotta have boobs
Oh, be kind to your flat-chested friends
Tomorrow she may be bigger than you are
You start out with A-cup and wind up with E-cup
Silicon's a girl's best friend.