when she's braless and she bends
its such a shock how they suspend
it causes kittens to come creeping
for the milk that might be seeping
and the vision of her bosom haunts my brain
what a frame
good god...her mounds...were giants

in restless dreams, we were alone
everywhere, our clothes were thrown
'neath her boobies, it sure gets damp
i start to holler as my face gets cramped
then i tried to grab...on the left...then upon the right
took all my might
good god...her mounds...were giants

and then, her naked breasts, i saw
they're twenty pounders...maybe more
people, tell ya...i was peeking
people, hear me..i was freaking
people, they were long...an extraordinary pair
she's got her share
good god...her mounds...were giants

fool, said i, you'd better go
this ain't the way that they should grow
i'm disturbed...by this mighty two
they have charm...but too big, they grew
and her boobs...like mighty melons fell
they echoed...cause her mounds...were giants

and they made her howl with pain
no surprise her back is sprained
she will flash you without warning
it will haunt you all the morning
and we all say
she's sure got some long 'uns...
like knee high socks with bowling balls...neatly installed
whimpered...cause her mounds... were giants