Some folks say you don't do rightYou'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.