I was watching the woman that was walking down my street

Walking with grace, so beautifully, carefully

She's a big and pretty mother, big and pretty mother

Swinging her hand-bag back and forth so joyfully

She's drawing circles with her breasts in her jumper



Give me a big mother

Huge and loving one

I can crawl upon

And cling to



She's a large woman...

Warm and cuddly...

Wet lady...

Strong mother...



She's walking down the street in front of my window

Whistling funky tunes in the ears of my neighbours



Give me a big mother

One that will always want me

Hot, embracing mother

I can crawl upon

And cling to



Can't be safer, can't be more secure

Than with a breast in each palm

Than with a breast in each palm

That is the way that I was born

And that is the way that I want to die



Give me a big mother

Yes, a soft and wet one

That would caress me

In all those special places

Where's a strong mother

One that squeezes me

One that I can crawl upon