We started talkin bout the summer
"Are there any new girls? nines or tens?"
Had moved from other cities
In a contest they'd win first prize
It's like two beach balls in a shirt disguise
But at this point i let my mind run
And drifted off thinkin bout them Tig 'Ol Bitties
Mount Fuji brought it's twin
Heads bobbin as she walks
Kept trippin in class cuz of her dang breasts in a tiny white shirt
We were messin with test tubes
Couldn't keep my eyes off the new girls chest
I hold a pokerface to her two of a kind
Her breasts gettin redefined
She responds "you're the bomb"
"I like your boobs, go to prom with me?"
That she'll let me motor-boat like rrrrrr
I try to cop a feel once we get to school
She said "No touching, that's the rule"
Principal walks up on the scene
"It's time to announce prom king and queen
Your Favorite Martian and Tig 'Ol Bitties
Congratulations to you both on winning"
Time slowed down and she jumped for joy
When out of her dress jumped something more
Tissues flew and rained from the sky
Oh my god you stuff your shirt!?
Your Favorite Martian in a world of hurt
You breakin my heart with
You're crushin my dreams with
I can't believe you would do that
Why would you do that when you're just trying to get everyone's attention
Stuffed boobs! They're lies! Lies I tell you!
But you know I'm still down to make out if you
If you want to, want to come back with me
You know what, never mind More from Your Favorite Martian