Boobs - The Bellamy Brothers
Written by：David Bellamy
Alright now this is a little modern day love song for ya
People at this honky tonk
They're about to drive me insane
To tell you the truth my darlin'
You're the only reason I came
But your beauty's so distractin'
Hope it don't lead to my demise
Can you please tell your boobs
To stop lookin' at my eyes
They're playing crummy rap music
And there ain't even a band
Ah and I wouldn't even be here
But you hold my heart in your hands
Yes you do baby
So before I lose my cool
And start actin' like them other dirty guys
Would you please tell your boobs
To stop lookin' at my eyes
Yo there brother we're giving' you a shout
Got the b**ches in stitches and we're all hangin' out
Lookin' good in the hood tell you what it's all about
Shoot that rapper and let the guitar player play
If it wasn't for the alcohol
I would be quoting voltair
But with that cute rocking' bod' of yours
I can't do nothin' but stare
Let's go to your place baby
Stay up and watch the sun rise
But first please tell your boobs
To stop lookin' at my eyes
I'll be your sex object
I'll be your good ol' boy toy
We'll have the perfect redneck wedding
Then a little bundle of joy
And somewhere down the road
We'll look back and we'll laugh about this night
When I said tell your boobs
To stop lookin' at my eyes
Yeah later down the road
We'll look back and we'll laugh about this night
Yes we will
Right now won't you tell your boobs
To stop lookin' at my eyes
Stick out your boobsies
Stick out your boobsies
Stick out your boobs now
Stick out your boobsies
Stick out your boobsies
Stick out your boobs now
Stick out your boobsies
Stick out your boobsies
Stick out your boobs now
Stick out your boobsies
Stick out your boobsies
Stick out your boobs now
