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Bob Rivers - The Little Hooters Girl lyrics
Little Hooters girl Her rubber tight buns A groovy pair to see Double D fun She brings me chicken wings A ton, a ton, ton She wears tight, skimpy things Her tummy tight tum, rubber tight buns Look at them guns Oh, to ogle them, Her rubber tight buns That's why we come Little Hooters girl She's not a dumb-dumb, She brings cold beer to me and poured us all some, A birthday song they sang with mighty big lungs Across the bar they hang her rubber tight bum, double D fun, Had her boobs done Then she smiled at me, I'll tip a big ton, me and my chums Look at them guns Had her boobs done |
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