Oh, It's the Bob and Tom Show.

Oh, how I do get sentimental.

But me carefree days as a lad.

We never had toys that were store-bought.

We would improvise with things that we had.

We made forts out of cardboard boxes.

Yard sticks were swords or were spears.

But of all these things, none gave the hours of fun,

like me mother's gigantic brassiere. Like Me Mother's Gigantic Brazier.

Oh, My Mothers!

Oh, my mothers!

Me Mothers gigantic Brazier.

It was of the finest label canvas lace and stainless cable to me mother's gigantic brassier.

Oh, I leapt from the roof of the garage, though I was but six or seven years.

Oh, I would have broke me back, but I clung fast to the straps of me mother's gigantic

brassier.

Oh, my mother's, oh my mother's, me mother mothers gigantic brassier.

Wing nuts, cleats and spoiler, brass, crummets and cup holder on me mother's gigantic

Brazil.

Ha ha ha ha ha. Mother's gigantic Brazil. We tied the bra between two trees.

The neighbor boys war they did declare

We ended the attack with six pumpkins and two cats flung from me mothers

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