Lyric Big Fat Funky Booty

My baby nice, she so polite
She say, "please," when she ask me,
Stay the night.
She s around the house, she love me so
She baking up a little bit of my
Rising, rising dough
Good lordy God, my gosh almighty
Her booty fine and it s trimmed so tidy
Horseradish, mama, just a smidge
Spend a whole lot of time peekin into
Her big old kitchen fridge

Gotta love it, it s my duty
She gotta big fat funky booty
Not above it, makes me moody
Whole mess of big fat funky booty

Waaaagh, sweet sugar plum
I m cripped blind, a little deaf and dumb
It s wonderful, could I get a little more
Cause it s about as wide as my garage door.When
We re in bed and it s late at night, she put her
Arms around me and ahe hold me tight
But I say, "No baby, no. Baby, no,
But I sure cold use a bit of your funky booty, though."