I am the Big Shot   You heard me right the first time   Name of bachelor Johnny Cool   Occupation, Big Shot      Occupation at the moment, just having fun   What a party that was   The drinks were loaded   And so were the dolls      I narrowed my eyes and poured a stiff Manhattan   Then I saw Hotsie, what a dame   A big, bountiful babe in the region of 48-23-38   One hell of a region      She had the hottest lips since Hiroshima   I had to stand back for fear of being burned   Whiskey wow, wow, I breathed   She was dressed as before the bed      In that kind of outfit   She could get rolled at night   And I don't mean on a crap table      It's kind of revealing, isn't it?   Revealing? It's positively risk   I like it, she said   "You're a man with a thousand Gs, right?"      "A thousand what?" I quipped   "G-men, girls, guns, guts"   "You're my type"   "Wrong, baby", I slapped her hard   "I'm a L man, strictly liquor, love and laughs"      She stared over my shoulder   "Play it cool, Johnny" Play it what? I flipped   "Listen, I fought my way up from tough East Side New York   Lead filled saps and sub-machine guns, like this"      She said, "Johnny, this is a deadly game   Have a few laughs and go home"   I shuddered, normally I pack a rod in pajamas   I carry nothing but scars from Normandy beach      I said, "Wrong, baby, you can't fool me"   She spat playfully, "I'm ahead of you, Johnny"   I studied the swell of her enormous boobs and said   "Baby, you're so far ahead it's beautiful"      "You, you are, you are eccentric, I like that"   "Electric Cheri, bounce off my rocket, tout comprehend?"   We spoke French fluently, our lips met again and again   "Yeah, yeah, yeah", I slobbered   Hotsie said, "You're slobbering all over the seat, kid"      I went home late, very late   What could I say to M