36D (Full Version)

Close your legs, open your mind

Leave those compliments well behind

Dig a little deeper into yourself

And you may find

Come over here, just sit right down

Needn't comb your hair, needn't pout or frown

I hear you've turn our young men into dribbling clowns

36D, so what? D, so what?

Is that all that you've got?

36D, so what? D, so what?

Is that all that you've got?

Make their day and go ahead

Remove your clothes, lies on the bed

Just a last gasp chance or an outside bet

To the easily led

And before you do just what you do

Here's one thought for you to chew

The men who run the business that you sell

They screw you too

36D, so what? D, so what?

Is that all that you've got?

36D, so what? D, so what?

Is that all that you've got?

You're just another three hundred and sixty-five night stand

But you're so handy, you're so handy

You cheapen and you nasty every woman in this land

But you're so handy, you're so handy

Your picture's hanging pretty on the squaddies wall

You're Steven's, Andy's, you're Ian's, you're Paul's

Your body's thought of fondly in the rugby mauls

But you want more

Your name is always mentioned in the jokes he cracks

You're coaching horses, and your wolf packs

Your poses turn the passive into maniacs

But you want more

36D, so what? D, so what?

Is that all that you've got?

36D, so what? D, so what?

Is that all that you've got?

36D, so what? D, so what?

Is that all that you've got?

36D, so what? D, so what?

Is that all that you've got?

36D, so what, so what?

36D, so what, so what?

36D, so what, so what?

36D, so what? He was trying to save his job

36D

He was trying to save his job