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BOOBS

Words and Music by John Wolfe Compton

Screening Hot pie 5, direct from dad’s drawer
This ain’t no video game, there’s a girl on all fours
Now busted by Mom, we don’t know what to do
But we’ve got to find a way, to see some glorious boobs

Don’t want to go back, to a catalog world
The old man down the street, and his pin-up girls,
So jump on your bike and try to follow
It’s time to find the nude beach, down at the Hippie Hollow

Boobs! Ya, boobs!
Boobs! Just a couple of boobs.
Boobs! Ya, boobs!
Boobs! Just a pair of boobs.

We’re not so free like Germany, and the lifeguard, he knew
But we’re gonna leave until we see some real boobs
An empty bottle scam, now the goal’s within reach
Don’t be a weirdo – lose the clothes, it’s time to hit the beach

No chicks in sight, let’s give the flagpole a try
But look out for the super weird, creepy, helpful guy
Hey mister lifeguard, I’m not trying to be rude
I only want to catch a tiny glimpse of a boob

Boobs! Ya, boobs!
Boobs! Just a couple of boobs.
Boobs! Ya, boobs!
Boobs! Just a pair of boobs.

“BOOBS Rap” John Wolfe Compton, BOOBS! Soundtrack (2015)

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