The Little Hooters Girl - 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 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