That belly I idolize

Some folks say you don't do right
You're mean in the morning, then you're gone all night
But I don't care.
You've got that belly I idolize

Your hair is long and your waist is trim
You own three quarters of IBM
You think I care?
Honey, I don't care
You got that belly I idolize

When I come home feeling all tired out and all worn
Your belly, your belly's there, just like a port in a storm
Yes, yes, that's how it is.
You got that belly I idolize.