The bigger the cushion. The sweeter the pushin'. That's what I said. The looser the waistband. The deeper the quicksand. Or so I have read. My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo. I like to sink her with my pink torpedo. Big bottom. Big bottom. Talk about bum cakes. My girl's got 'em. Big bottom drive me out of my mind. How can I leave this behind?. I saw her on Monday. 'Twas my lucky bun day. You know what I mean. I love her each weekday. Each velvety cheekday. You know what I mean. My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights. Big game is waiting there inside her tights. Big bottom. Big bottom. Talk about mudflaps. My gal's got 'em. Big bottom drive me out of my mind. How can I leave this behind?. My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo. I like to sink her with my pink torpedo. Big bottom. Big bottom. Talk about bum cakes. My girl's got 'em. Big bottom drive me out of my mind. How can I leave this behind?