Bob Rivers — The Little Hooters Girl lyrics

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