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 brassier.

Oh my mother's, oh my mother's,

me mothers, my mother's gigantic brassier.

It was of the finest label can. Mother's gigantic brassiere.

It was of the finest label, canvas lace, and stainless cable.

Me mother's gigantic brassier.

Yeah!

Oh, I left from the room. Yeah!

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, oh my mother's,

me mother's gigantic brassier.

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

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