Hung there boldly,
Drippin' in the sun;
Felt like a big man
More ways than just one;
Like having double
Drums for my big gun:
My big rocks.

Whether standing,
Or sitting in a chair;
Others envious,
Bitter with despair;
'Cause I was tight with
What they could not compare:
My big rocks.

My steps were heavy;
Their eyes were wide with fright.
My walk had purpose,
Like spoiling for a fight.
I built my tower
On foundations of might:
My big rocks.

My big rocks: they were strong as tempered steel;
My big rocks: kept me on an even keel;
My big rocks: totally the real deal;
My big rocks.

And I stood ramrod straight,
Though encumbered by the weight
Of two big globes hung from my beam;
Big and round, strong and tall,
Hung over them all:
Symbol of my world regime.

Thirty years now...
Where'd they go?
Thirty years...
Yes, I know:
The pillar is smaller now, but
They've stayed on.

Even when they're out of sight,
Oh, I can tell they still work all right:
I can feel them boilin' a silver white;
I've got it all.
Got it all!

My big rocks: stronger than the fates!
My big rocks: hung like two lead weights!
My big rocks: nothin' else equates
My big rocks!

My big rocks: the envy of all men!
My big rocks: large as they were then!
My big rocks: still what they've always been!
My big rocks!

Oh, my big rocks!

Oh...!