HOT BOPPING MAMMA:

She was the hottest bopping mamma,

Upon tiles of the Lower East-side of town,

Vying for the sidewalk with busker & the clown,

Each to their own, with their specialized acts,

Our hot bopping mama was well & truly stacked.

 

She was the hottest bopping mamma,                                    

Gyrating & grooving, she attracted the right crowds,

Shaking rounded booty, to the music sung out loud,

Her boobies, they moved, with a rhythm of their own,

Arms above her head & her flesh that had no bones.

 

She was the hottest bopping mamma,

Her feet were a tapping & her fingers clicking wild,

Rounded hips were a swinging, like a real wild child,

She needed no attention & the money´s not her aim,

Just a hot bopping mamma, earning her good name.