歌词
Hoy, hoy!
When Big Joan comes out
Her arms are too small, her head's like a ball
She's tied off her horse 'n galloped off into the moonbeams
She pulled up her blouse 'n compared her navel to the moon
I dig my life for a while
When Big Joan sets up
Her hands are too small
She's too fat to go out in the daylight, so she rolls around all night
I'm just sorta thread with a drooped body
I'll set up with you, Big Joan
I'm too fat to go out in the daylight, I'll stay up all night
I won't droop if you won't talk about your hands being too small
You know something's happening or you wouldn't've come out like you did
She ain't built for going naked so she can't wear any new clothes
Or go to the beach; they laugh at her body
'Cause her hands are too small
When big Joan sets up, her hands are too small, she's outta reach
A turquoise scarf and silver rolled up over a Merc Montclair
I'll set up with you, Big Joan
I'm too fat to go out in the daytime, I'll stay up all night
If you promise not to talk about your hands being too small
Hoy, hoy, is she a boy?