36D

Close your legs

Open your mind

Leave those compliments well behind

Dig a little deeper into yourself and you may find



Come over here, just sit right down

Needn't comb your hair

Needn't pout or frown

I hear you've turned our young men into dribbling clowns



36D!

So what?

D!

So what? Is that all that you've got?

36D!

So what?

D!

So what? Is that all that you've got?



Make their day and go ahead

Remove your clothes, lie on the bed

Just a last gasp chance or an outside bet

To the easily led



And before you do just what you do

Here's one thought, for you to chew

The men who run the business that you sell

They'd screw you too



36D!

So what?

D!

So what? Is that all that you've got?

36D!

So what?

D!

So what? Is that all that you've got?



You're just another 365 night stand

But you're so handy, you're so handy

You cheapen and you nasty every woman in this land

But you're so handy, you're so handy



Your picture's hanging pretty on the squaddies' walls

You're Steven's, Andy's, you're Iain's, you're Paul's

Your body's thought of fondly in the rugby mauls

But you want more



Your name is always mentioned in the jokes he cracks

Your Coach and Horses and your Woolpacks

Your poses turn the passive into maniacs

But you want more



36D!

So what?

D!

So what? Is that all that you've got?

36D!

So what?

D!

So what? Is that all you've got?



36D!

So what?

D!

So what? Is that all that you've got?

36D!

So what?

D!

So what? Is that all you've got?