Big Long John

Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John
Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John

Well, I'm dreaming of a sexy relationship
Me and this sexy chick across the border
Now, in order to get between those legs
Have to get tings in order
Tired of using these damn telephone
Going cross the border in fraid of Al Capone
Girl is home, and she is so all alone
And, she is longing for a big long bone
Because she need Mr

Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John
Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John

Wake up in the morning
Before I start some yawning
I wonder who the hell is calling?
Not surprise, it was my darling
And, she need me way up in her margin
Oh well, di Cobra do that quite well
Riding wid my rubbers, bedroom bombshell
What's up next?
Underwear start to fell, oh yes
Girls know I do that quite well, because she need Mr

Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John
Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John

Longer dis hanger, she will appreciate
She ah anticipate what mek she really vibrate
Feel me tremble, feel me tremble
Like ah earthquake
Girls have mi name all inna bedroom debate
Over di long John, dem all ah negotiate
True mi strong and mi firm an how mi trow plenty weight
Ah discuss how di Mad Cobra can icing cake
Belly haffi drop, put dat mi ah instigate
Strong and sturdy, open di love gate
Not one more second girls say 'Cobra wait' to get di

Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John
Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John

Well, I said how di night is falling
And her body's calling
Yes, she really really need a sexual healing
She gonna get it til' morning
And her body well get interview
She know how to hold mi wid di bedroom glue
And she's one of the chosen few
Who can accommodate this big bamboo
Because she need ah Mr. Big...

Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John
Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John

And, I'm dreaming of a sexy relationship
Me and this sexy chick across the border
Now, in order to get between those legs
Have to get tings in order
Tired of using this damn telephone
Going cross the border in fraid of Al Capone
My girl is home, and she is alone
And, she is longing for this big long bone
Because she ah need Mr

Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John
Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John

Wake up in the morning
Before I start some yawning
Phone ring, I wonder who the hell is calling?
Not surprise, it was my darling
And, she need me way up in her margin
Oh yes, just might as well
Ride wid my rubbers, bedroom bombshell
What's next?
Underwear start to fell, yes
Girls know I do that quite well, because she need Mr

Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John
Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John

Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John
Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John

Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John
Big long John
Big-big-big-big long John