The Little Hooters Girl
Joe Bryant, Spike O’Neill, Bob Rivers
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 bum
Look at them guns
Oh to ogle them, her rubber tight buns
That's why we come
Little Hooters girl, she's not a dum-dum
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