Watch a teenege boy and his friends while girls are standing around
When they think no one's watching, you can see when their tongues hit the ground
And you see they have heads, but you know that there's nothing inside
'Cause when they see girls, with those cute little curls, their brains fall right out their behinds

And I guess that's why they call those things boobs
When boys see those things, I swear it's their minds that they lose
Dumber than clover, one great big boner, panting like rover, over and over
And I guess that's why they call those things boobs

They stare into space, thinking of girls, while holding themselves in their hands
An empty ol' head without cognizant thought, they're worse than a dirty old man
When girls are around, they try to act cool but they can't
One last thing, all their thinking is done with the head that lives in their pants

And I guess that's why they call those things boobs
When boys see those things, I swear it's their minds that they lose
Dumber than clover, one great big boner, panting like rover, over and over
So I guess that's why they call those things boobs