A Story They Call Dr. Hooters

by Kris Overstreet

(tune: 'Land of Confusion' by Genesis)

Jill Clayton was a scientist
She had brains but she wanted tits
Her experiment didn't come out right
And now her dress is super-tight

Brenda Hill was once a guy
Now she's a nympho and we don't know why
But she and Jill keep our trousers tight
Titty fucking all through the night

There's just too much tit
There's just too much melons
For those bras to keep holding down
Just a story that they call Dr Hooters

And this is the world they live in
And these are the tits they were given
Step up and drink your milk, now
And toss your A-cups in the garbage bin

Amanda and her sister Blair
Found some milk just sitting there
They liked the taste, they drank it down
And now they're spreading the boobies around

There's just too much milk
There's too many women
With a serious problem
There's not enough bra to go around
It's the story that they call Dr. Hooters

And this is the world they live in
And these are the breasts they're given
Milk them and you'll start growing
Until you're a big-busted goddess like them

I remember long ago
When I was just nineteen
I'd sit and I'd write
All through the night
And I have no idea what this has to do
With the rest of this song

Multitits and giants too
Those sweater puppies keep busting through
And if the jailbirds don't make your day
You can read from Hooters UK

There's too many tits
There's too many women
Making too many plotlines
And there's no ending to be found
Just that story that they call Dr Hooters

And this is the world they live in
And here come some more titless women
Give them some milk and stand back
And make this a story that never ends

Yes, this is the world they live in
And these are the breasts they're given
Stand up and write another
'Cause nobody does BE quite like you