Lyrics

Key of C Minor  –  April, 2008

Come on, rock the pole, let your Derry air enlighten the soul

Come to think of it, that’s kinda the goal

Your silhouette’s kickin’, your shadow’s the bomb

The way you look in those pants you should be thankin’ your mom

Ain’t knockin’ the guys, I ain’t knockin’ the gays

But your posterior’s superior in so many ways

Its fun to pet the sweater puppies under your shirt

I’d rather unlock the treasure box that’s under your skirt

You might think it’s the rack, but as a matter of fact

We can’t see it when you’re getting hit from the back

Hell, you can take the wonder out of your bra

And wonder where it is when you’re done rockin’ the Casbah

If you’re lucky enough to get one in your hand

I guess get on your knees and thank God you’re a man

But there’s plenty of girls who can tell you what’s what

So sing it with me ladies, It’s all about the Butt

You walk the walk like you be needin’ a pimp

But hey, listen, what you’re missin’ is a Good Year Limp

A linguist, cunning as a wheel on a stud

Makin’ my jaw sore like I was eatin’ a Milk Dud

Hop on my fatboy and go for a ride, and baby

You’ll be using your outside voice, inside

The real simple formula for making her beg

You give the rump a little pump-a-like you’re tappin’ a keg

You got junk in the trunk, all we need is bunk

And I’ll empty all my luggage cuz I’m full of the spunk

Miss Muffet, if your tuffet got curds and whey

I love to see you leave, but hate to watch you walkin’ away

Wiser bud helps with the emotional spark cuz

Beer knows that ugly can’t be felt in the dark

I know plenty of girls that’ll call you a slut

But they’re just jealous, cuz it’s all about the Butt

I beg your pardon if I seem a bit insincere

But I like to play in the middle a little and get stuck in the rear

Went to an Asses Anonymous meeting once or twice

I’m not  an addict per se, but that’s a hell of a vice

If you would be so kind, I’d like to find that behind

Blind, shined, tan-lined, dined, and blowin’ my mind

When it comes to the Heine, I don’t mind if it’s tiny

But I wish there was a helluva lot more on Hermoine

Tologist proctin’, Dr. Spock can

Make a diamond out of that lump of coal in your stocking

The best confection of  last election

So let me see some action from your back section

As long as it’s tight, you don’t need to be white

So shake your money maker with all of your might

As you guessed, the rest is pretty dry and cut

I had to make that rhyme, cuz it’s all about the Butt        

FIN

© 2008