So Round, So Firm, So Fully Packed

Now, Mr. Alex Brashear

If you'll blow your horn, we'll do the folks an old tavern

So round, so firm, so fully packed

That's my gal

So complete from front to back

That's my pal

Toasted by the sun

And I'm a son of a gun

If she don't make my five o'clock shadow

Come around at one

You can bet your boots I'd walk a mile

Through the snow

Just to see that toothpaste smile

They mentioned on the radio

If you don't think she's a lot of fun

Just ask the man that owns one

So round, so firm, so fully packed

That's my gal

So round, so firm, so fully packed

Boy, she's for me

She's just like a money back

Guarantee

Like the bar fly goes to drink

Like the Bobby Sox goes for Frank

And just like Jesse James would go

For money in the bank

From head to foot she's a perfect size

She's a whiz

But she wears a .45

Gun that is

She's got the look that's so impressive

She's got the pause that's so refreshing

So round, so firm, so fully packed

That's my gal