Big Fat Funky Booty - Spin Doctors

My baby nice, she’s so polite

She say «please,» when she ask me

Stay the night

She’s around the house, she loves me so

She’s 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 got a big fat funky booty

Not above it, makes me moody

Whole mess of big fat funky booty

Waaaagh, sweet sugar plum

I’m crippled 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

Ams around me and she hold me tight

But I say, «No baby, no, baby, no

But I sure could use a bit of your funky booty, though.»