I HAVE A RACK

Another day
In a dank and dark adult club
I span the po-o-o-ole
Gazing from the stage lights
To the dudes below
Who put dollar bills where strings around me go
I have a rack
I am an ey-ey-ey-ey-full

I have bras
A buttress firm and weighty
The fun bags hide the-ere in wait
I have no need for money,
Meals come my way
A guy takes one quick look and spends his pay
I have a rack
I am an ey-ey-ey-ey-full

Don't look for brains
Cause I don't know words too good
Don't need 'em I have mammaries
A guy gives me his number
I tell him thanks and 'bye
Cause I have a pile of those that's three feet high
I have a rack
I am an ey-ey-ey-ey-full

I have my looks
And my bodyguard to protect me
She's my Sheila, you can't harm her
Dancing in the club
Teasing every schlub
I touch myself but no one touches me
I have a rack
I am an ey-ey-ey-ey-full

And my rack is my fame
And I'm barely twenty-five