The bigger the cushion   The sweeter the pushin'   The looser the waist band   The deeper the quicksand      My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo   I'd love to sink him with my pink torpedo      Big bottom, big bottom   Talk about bum cakes my guy's got 'em   Big bottom drive me out of my mind   How can I leave this behind?      I met him on Monday   'Twas my lucky bun day   I love him each weekday   Each velvety cheek day      My love gun's loaded as I dock at his port   Take aim at what's inside his Jockey shorts      Big bottom, big bottom   Talk about mud flaps my guy's got 'em   Big bottom drive me out of my mind   How can I leave them behind?      Big bottom, big bottom   Talk about bum cakes my guy's got 'em   Big bottom drive me out of my mind   How can I leave this behind?      Big bottom, big bottom   Talk about mud flaps my guy's got 'em   Big bottom drive me out of my mind   How can I leave them behind?   How can I leave them behind?