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He was sitting at the bar when she come walking in
He looked her up and down and turned to the barman with a grin
"Hey Joe, get a load of that, oh what a bit of stuff
38-26-38, That just about sums her up"
He whistled and winked as she looked
Around and went to join her friend
Stamped his feet, clapped his hands, the show was just for him
"38D, the size for me," he called in a raucous voice
"She's the sort who's there to sort the men out from the boys"
She came to the bar, called to her friend, "Hey Maggie, come and see
A prime example of 42-52-41"
"Three," says he, "now don't get personal, no need to talk like that
I thought you were a lady, I only wanted to chat
I was only being friendly, Joe," she went and took it wrong
"But if she's gonna get personal, I'll be moving along"
She says, "Three is just what nature
Gave when she put you on the shelf
You've only got one personal thing, a thing you made yourself
From the bottom up, let's have a look and see what makes the hero
3-41-52-42-0"