Girl I swear, that perfume you wear
Smells like turnip greens
And every time I kiss you, child
It tastes like pork and beans
You tell me you’re from New York, Baby
But I know you’re from way down South
'Cause I can hear a Mississippi Mama
Every time you open up your mouth
Oh, you’re so…
Down home, Girl
*Down on the corner, by the traffic light,
everybody’s lookin’, as she goes by,
they turn their heads and they, watch her till she’s gone.
Lord have mercy, Baby’s got her blue jeans on!
up by the bus stop, and across the street,
open up their windows, to take a peek,
y’all she goes walking, rockin’ like a rollin’ stone.
Heaven help us, baby’s got her blue jeans on!
She can’t help it if she’s made that way,
she’s not to blame if they look her way,
she ain’t really tryin’ to cause a scene,
it just comes naturally, lord the girl can’t help it. *
Haven’t listened to this song in forever but it was between this and Cherry Lips and considering what Cherry Lips is about, I’d rather post this song. 
*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 can’t believe I’m the first one to quote the Tap. 
I seen her on the ave, spotted her more than once,
Ass so fat that you can see it from the front.
She spot me like paparazzi,
Shot me a glance in that catwoman stance, with the fat booty pants,
Hot damn!
I’ve been searching for the daughter of the devil himself
I’ve been searching for an angel in white
I’ve been waiting for a woman who’s a little of both
And I can feel her but she’s nowhere in sight
In reality, she’s sitting on the couch about 10 feet away from me crocheting a baby blanket.
She had that Camarillo Brillo
Streamin out along her head
I mean that Mendocino Beano
By where some bugs had made it red
…
She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn’t done yet
She had grey green skin
A doll with a pin
I said that she was alright
But I couldn’t come in…
Somehow that seems strangely appropriate here.
With the sig to boot. I didn’t even realize that was on. Cool beans.
“She’s so fine, there’s no telling where the money went.”
*… and I know that you think it’s just a fantasy,
but since your dad walked out your mom could use a guy like me!
Stacy’s mom has got it goin’ on.
She’s all I want and I’ve waited for so long.
Stacy can’t you see?
You’re just not the girl for me.
I know it might be wrong
but I’m in love with Stacy’s mom!*
Incidentally, Stacy’s mom (Rachel Hunter, who appears in the video for this song by Fountains of Wayne) is the special feature in this month’s Playboy.
*Hey, I’m walking with my woman
She got great big feet
Long, lean and angry
She ain’t had nothing to eat
But she’s my woman
And I love her just the same
She’s a fine looking woman
And caldonia is her name
Now here we go!
Caldonia, caldonia
What makes your big head so hard
I love her
Yeah, I love her just the same
Give me that now.
I’m crazy about the woman
’cause caldonia is her name
*
She’s the talk of my room whenever I’m in my room
My little brother loves her more than his favorite cartoon
Her body’s bad, the girl’s built, skin like silk
Wet, steamy and warm just like a hot cup of milk
She’s all the way live, keeps me satisfied
I don’t go outside, I like to stay inside
Her ways are like a angel, with bright white wings
And I’m crazy 'bout the way Kanday shakes her thing
Wouldn’t leave her for nothin, only a crazy man would
That’s why I had to tell ya that (I - feel - good)
She’s a killer
QUEEN
Gunfire and turpentine
Dynomite with a laser beam
welp…
Fat bottom girls make the rockin’ world go 'round…
Didn’t take too long ‘fore I found out
What people mean by down and out.
Spent my money, took my car,
Started tellin’ her friends she wants to be a star.
I don’t know what I’ve been told
Big legged woman ain’t got no soul…
(insert moaning here)
In the bars, with the men who play guitars
Singin’, drinkin’ and rememberin’ the times
My little lover does the midnight shift
She balls around all the time
I guess there’s just one thing a-left for me to do
So I pack my bags and move on my way
Cause I got a worried mind
Sharin’ what I thought was mine
Gonna leave her where the guitars play
Silk and Satin,
Leather and Lace,
Black Panties and an Angel’s Face.
Okay - one more:
I been around the world - I seen a million girls
Ain’t none of them got - what my Lady she’s got
Love me to the limit - achin’ and sore
enough to stop a freight train, or start the third world war
Wearin’ dresses so tight - and lookin’ dynamite
No doubt about it - can’t live without it
The girl’s got rhythm.
Up on Cripple Creek she sends me.
If I spring a leak, she mends me.
I don’t have to speak, she defends me.
A drunkard’s dream if I ever did see one.
Why is this thread so addictive?
Wearin' her perfume, Chanel No. 5
Got to be the finest girl alive
She walks real cool, catches everybody's eye
She's got such good lovin' that they can't say goodbye
Not too skinny, she's not too fat
She's a real humdinger and I like it like that
She's the devil with the blue dress, blue dress, blue dress,
Devil with the blue dress on*The Ukraine girls really knock me out,
They leave the West behind.
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout,
And Georgia’s always on my my-my-my-my-my-my-my-my-my mind.