(She's Got A Butt) Bigger Than The Beatles

She cooks with lard

Loves hot food bars

A quart of sweet tea

And fried pork skins

Can't get enough

Eat still she's stuffed

Goes to the bathroom

And then she comes back again

She thinks she looks just like Madonna

When she runs her greasy fingers through her bleached blonde hair

Most times she'll place another order

And lordy have mercy on that little bitty chair

She's got a butt bigger than the Beatles

Eating me outta house and home

Her booty size well it outta be illegal

She has a had time sitting on the throne

Hamburgers, hotdogs

Cheese fries and coleslaw

A dozen bear claws

Yum yum yum

Loves sausage links

Hates diet drinks

Takes up both seats in a two-seater car

Her doctor said lay off the bread

But he didn't say nothing bout a Snickers bar

She drinks sweet milk by the gallon

And she'd never eat a salad or a Lean Cuisine

And she'll lay

Spread out on the hammock

After she's done her damage at the Dairy Queen

She's got a butt bigger than the Beatles

Folks make fun cause she's overgrown

Her rumps shaped like a Volkswagen Beetle

She gives new meaning to the words big boned

Bagels and cream cheese

Vaniller ice cream

A tub of whip cream

Yum yum yum

No you won't find her name on the weight loss of fame

Down at Jenny Craig's

When she cleans em out at the Waffle House

They'll bring in more ham and eggs

Ewwwwwwww

She's got a butt bigger than the Beatles

Her favorite food is chocolate Ding Dongs

It's wide enough to play line backer for the Eagles

Dion Sanders better leave her alone

Tried chicken that steak

Or a fat free milk shake

Enough for god's sake

Stop the insanity

Weight Watchers yeah

Weight Watchers yeah

Yeah I watched her weight

I watched it go from 117 and a quarter when I married her

To 317 and a half two and a half years latter

Moooooooo

But I still love ya honey