She had some extra money   She wanted to buy time   Her friends said it was dangerous   But they couldn't change her mind   She did if for her mirror   And for the ocean's summer sand   She just laid down to that scalpel   That was in the surgeon's hand      She got a boob job   She got a what?   A boob job   No!   Yeah...   Put a pad of silicone, up against the breastbone   Treat her like a man-made thing      Well the surgeons try to tell you   That the world will love you better   If you let 'em cut your body   And put those mounds inside your sweater   But just think of the investment   Now how long those things will last   You know, silicone is permanent   Even after you have passed   When the rest of you has faded   In some box under some stone   Yeah you'll still have your silly cones   Balanced on your bones      She got a boob job   She got a what?   A boob job   No!   Yeah...   Put a pad of silicone up against the breastbone   Boob job, huh, well get down   Boob job, pick 'em up again   Boob job, good god, treat her like a man-made thing   No...