Boobs
by Tripod
I typed my own name into an internet search engine,
And all I got was boobs.
There goes my day again.
There goes my day again.
What's a man supposed to do?
No matter what I type into the damned search engine,
All I get is boobs.
There goes my day again.
There goes my day again.
All I seem to ever get is boobs.
Every day I have the purest of intentions,
But I get ambushed by this time-wasting invention.
(Time-wasting invention...)
I'm not talkin' 'bout the net, I'm talkin' 'bout boobs.
[instrumental break]
Every day I have the purest of intentions,
But my life's turned into one great big boob convention.
I both mean the boobs are big and it's a big convention.
Boo-oo-oo-oobs, boo-oo-oo-oobs.
Boob-boob-booby-doo-doo-doo.
There goes my day again.
There goes my day again.
These days when I'm on the net,
I just cut the crap and type in "boobs".
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