My baby nice, she'so polite   She say, "please," when she ask me,   Stay the night.   She's around the house, she love me so   She baking up a little bit of my   Rising, rising dough   Good lordy God, my gosh almighty   Her booty fine and it's trimmed so tidy   Horseradish, mama, just a smidge   Spend a whole lot of time peekin'into   Her big old kitchen fridge      Gotta love it, it's my duty   She gotta big fat funky booty   Not above it, makes me moody   Whole mess of big fat funky booty      Waaaagh, sweet sugar plum   I'm cripped blind, a little deaf and dumb   It's wonderful, could I get a little more   'Cause it's about as wide as my garage door.When   We're in bed and it's late at night, she put her   Arms around me and ahe hold me tight   But I say, "No baby, no. Baby, no,   But I sure cold use a bit of your funky booty, though."