Ivor Biggun - Bras On 45 lyrics

Bra size forty-five, Bra size forty-five Bra size forty-five, Bra size forty-five Well I went out for a boogie, a week ago last Tuesday I was doing the Wiggin Hustle and the Palais Glide I met a girl in big suspenders and her boswams were stupendous Like two bald-headed men sitting side by side She wore a bra size forty-five, and she could jump and jive And when she stopped dancing, bits of her kept wobbling about She said you drive me crazy, burn some rubber on me Baby She grabbed my little whistle and she began to shout... Hit me with your rhythm stick, Hit me, Hit me Je t'adore, Ich liebe Dich, Hit me, Hit me, Hit me Hit me with your rhythm stick, I'm six feet tall and five feet thick Hit me, Hit me, Hit me... Bra size forty-five, Bra size forty-five I couldn't do nothing but stand and stare, she gave me a hug like a grizzly bear I couldn't see much, I thought I was dead, I had b**bs upside my head b**bs upside my head, b**bs upside my head Oh what a front she had, enough for me, my brother and Dad A chest of drawers no doubt, one with the top drawer half pulled out Oh what a front she'd got, believe me son, she's got the lot Right before my eyes, and she was bra size forty-five Erm, excuse me, what do I do now? Man be cool - gotta get down and have a rap I beg your pardon? I think I'll do a talking bit instead... She was the big economy size, her boswams were gigantic Like two fat little boys, wrestling under a blanket The flickering strobes lit up the globes that thrust from her pullover I think her name was June cause she was busting out all over She said, "Can you feel the force, do y'wanna take one step beyond?" I said, "Goodness gracious great balls of fire, there's a whole lotta shaking going on" She said, "Knock on wood, I'll blame it on the boogie, now what do ya think about that?" I said, "Ooh heck, it must be jelly, because jam don't shake like that" Not so much of the night fever, more like a belt with a tire lever She was not at all pendulous, in fact she was tremendulous! Bra size forty-five, Bra size forty-five Bra size forty-five, Bra size forty-five She wore a bra size forty-five, and when they played "I will survive" She went crackers, and her animal desires became much keener She said "John I'm only dancing, but I'd rather be romancing" She had me inside out and upside down in the back of my Cortina Hit me with your rhythm stick... [Tune switches to 'Cars' by Gary Numan] And there in my car, the windows all steamed, and my throat on her chin She let it all hang out in bras (size forty-five) And there in my car, I thought "this is it", an instant replay My foot out the window in bras (size forty-five) Oo-rah, Oo-rah, Oo-rah, ay Over the hills and now I'm on my way I got out my tent pole and shooter Oo-rah, Oo-rah, Oo-rah, ay Over the hills and now I'm on my way Come on, let's do the Bristol Stomp [Back to Hit me with your Rhythm Stick] She wore a bra size forty-five, I thought I never would revive When I tackled that young lady with the bounciest of blouses But she left me for a geezer who had much more chance to please her With his own master blaster and a pair of baggy trousers Oh what fun they had... Bra size forty-five, Bra size forty-five Bra size forty-five, Bra size forty-five