- cifra   
  
      
   The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin'
 
 That's what I said
 
 The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand
 
 Or so I have read
 
  
  My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
 
 I'd like to sink her with my pink torpedo
  
 
 Big bottom, big bottom
 
 Talk about bum cakes, my girl's got 'em
 
 Big bottom drive me out of my mind
 
 How could I leave this behind?
  
 
 I met her on Monday, twas my lucky bun day
 
 You know what I mean
 
 I love her each weekday, each velvety cheek day
 
 You know what I mean
  
 
 My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights
 
 Big game is waiting there inside her tights, yeah
  
 
 Big bottom, big bottom
 
 Talk about mud flaps, my girl's got 'em
 
 Big bottom drive me out of my mind
 
 How could I leave this behind?