Ootty Hooty

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Ootty Hooty, Ootty Hooty
Utterly humongous booty

Ootty Hooty, Ootty Hooty
Utterly humongous booty


Your basket’s full, I’m startin’ to drool.
One half’s filled with strawberry,
the other with raspberry.
Mix ’em together for the sweetest jello.

Whipped cream’s on top, my tongue is a mop.
I’ll wipe ’n’ buff ’em clean for the perfect sheen.
You slap the left, I slap the other —
your tight jeans cracked,
revealin’ the perfect rack.


Ootty Hooty, Ootty Hooty
Utterly humongous booty
Utterly humongous booty

Ootty Hooty, Ootty Hooty


It’s made in the States,
my favorite place,
with the most beautiful women
givin’ my life better meaning.

Twelve-inch stilettos won’t help you, my dear,
’cause you’ll be standing on your knees — let me make it clear.
This is the only position to avoid superstition,
this is my vision of the perfect collision.

Avoidin’ concussion, I’ll rub ’em with soft lotion;
in its own motion picture, your booty’s a magical creature,
creatin’ pure pleasure — there is no measure
of my satisfaction from those buns shakin’ and clashing.


Bounce, bounce — Hooty got me loopy,
round ’n’ round, that booty’s truly groovy!
Flash those lights, the club’s gone woozy,
all for that — Ootty Hooty!


Ootty Hooty, Ootty Hooty
Utterly humongous booty
Utterly humongous booty
Ootty Hooty, Ootty Hooty