All my friends are stacked, I'm flat as a board
Enhancement I have not explored
I've heard that nature doesn't like the change
But it's time to buy me some double-Ds
Rack up some pointers, much bigger than these
I'm ready to increase and re-arrange

So get me a sweater or two
Soon I'll fill them out for you
Make room 'cause real soon I'm gonna grow
I'm leavin' for the surgeon
Won't ever see this rack again
So bulbous, they almost blow

And they had a sale: Buy two, one's free
So when I left, I left with three
And this one has (an) xm radio
I'm a gal who has a high-tech bod
Comes with cable and built-in i-pod
Three outputs for composite video

I'm happy beneath the blades
Ready for my next upgrades
My chest is much better than the rest
I'm leavin' for the surgeon
I'm back to upgrade my rack again
And get a big(ger) sweater vest

Though the surgeons have bam-BOOB-led
I feel na-ture (has) refusal-ed
My high-tech guys, they bounce way too much
Ran last night and blew a fuse
And injured one man with my boobs
And they're so big, now I need a crutch

So many have smiled for these
More than in past mammary-s
But these freaky melons gotta go
I'm leavin' for the surgeon
So I won't throw out my back again
I wanna still see my toes


OUTTAKES
I opened a fruit stand though
'Cause these melons gotta go