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."