I was watching the woman that was walking down my street
Walking with grace, so beautifully, carefully
She's a big and pretty mother, big and pretty mother

Swinging her hand-bag back and forth so joyfully
She's drawing circles with her breasts in her jumper


Give me a big mother
Huge and loving one
I can crawl upon

And cling to

She's a large woman...

Warm and cuddly...
Wet lady...
Strong mother...


She's walking down the street in front of my window
Whistling funky tunes in the ears of my neighbours


Give me a big mother
One that will always want me

Hot, embracing mother
I can crawl upon
And cling to


Can't be safer, can't be more secure
Than with a breast in each palm

Than with a breast in each palm
That is the way that I was born
And that is the way that I want to die


Give me a big mother
Yes, a soft and wet one

That would caress me
In all those special places
Where's a strong mother

One that squeezes me
One that I can crawl upon