Over The Wall I

There are big busted women

Over the wall

Over the wall

There are big busted women

Who bake on the beaches

With oil on their bellies

Over the wall

Over the wall

There is rum from the cane fields

Over the wall

Over the wall

There is rum from the cane fields

In round-body barrles

It stings when you swallow

Over the wall

Over the wall

There is sun on my taxi

And cakes in my oven

And fish in my netting

And grease in my barnyard

And big busted women

Over the wall

Over the wall

Over the wall

And I wonder if I'll ever see them again

And the moon grows dimmer

At the tides low ebb

And your breath comes faster

And you're aching to move

But you're caught in the web