I was watching the woman that was walking down my street 

Walking with grace, so beautifully, carefully 

She's a big and pretty mother, big and pretty mother 

Swinging her hand-bag back and forth so joyfully 

She's drawing circles with her breasts in her jumper 



Give me a big mother 

Huge and loving one

I can crawl upon 

And cling to 



She's a large woman... 

Warm and cuddly...

Wet lady... 

Strong mother...



She's walking down the street in front of my window 

Whistling funky tunes in the ears of my neighbours 



Give me a big mother

One that will always want me

Hot, embracing mother

I can crawl upon

And cling to



Can't be safer, can't be more secure 

Than with a breast in each palm 

Than with a breast in each palm 

That is the way that I was born 

And that is the way that I want to die



Give me a big mother 

Yes, a soft and wet one 

That would caress me

In all those special places

Where's a strong mother 

One that squeezes me

One that I can crawl upon