
Date of issue: 09.06.2016
Song language: English
Heavy Boobs |
I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs |
Dense like dying stars |
I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs |
I can’t run real far |
Let me break down what I just said |
Each of my double D’s has the volume of a toddler’s head |
Not bitchin' 'bout my boobies, they look super fly in shirts |
But if I swung them in your face, you’d be like |
«Oh my God, that hurts! |
I’m blind! |
Holy crap! |
I literally can’t see! |
I’ve permanent retinal damage! |
I’m suing you and your heavy boobies!» |
Heavy boobs, heavy boobs |
Dense like dying stars |
I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs |
They each have their own memoirs |
What you gotta know is that boobs may be where it’s at |
But if you cut them open, they’re just sacks of yellow fat |
Stuff falls into my bra, it’s a little bit of a drag |
But when I go to bed at night |
It’s like opening a Mary Poppins bag |
Whee! |
Candies and pennies! |
I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs |
Dense like dying stars |
I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs |
Don’t need an airbag in my car |
Here is a list of all of the objects |
That I can hold under my boobs: |
Stapler, ten pencils, paperback copy of Arabian Nights |
Dog bone, remote control, hardback copy of Wuthering Heights |
(spoken) |
See, when a star is dying, it transforms into a red giant, and if the red giant |
does not have enough mass to fuse carbon, an inert mass of carbon and oxygen |
builds up in the center, transforming into a dense white dwarf. |
And yeah, like, |
that’s my boobs. |
That’s, that’s what my boobs are like. |
I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs |
Dense like a white dwarf |
I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs |
It’d be a catch at Fisherman’s Wharf |
I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs |
Don’t ever forget |
That these heavy boobs, heavy boobs |
Are just sacks of yellow fat |
Like the stuffing of a couch |
They’re just sacks of yellow fat |
Technically meant to feed a baby |
They’re just sacks of yellow fat |
Artist lyrics: Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Cast
Artist lyrics: Rachel Bloom