She might have a fucked up grill,
As far as looks she ain't no thrill
It might be no sex appeal
She's mine.

She can't even cook real good,
As big as she is you'd think she could,
She lies and says she's from the hood sometimes.

She's Big, Big, Big, as a linebacker,
She's Big, Big, Big, as a linebacker,
She's Big, Big, Big, as a linebacker,
But she's mine.
She's Big, Big, Big, as a linebacker,
She's Big, Big, Big, as a linebacker,
She's Big, Big, Big, as a linebacker,
But she's mine.

Her clothes don't fit,
They're to damn tight,
She talks to loud and snores all night,
She tells her friends I'm Mr. Right that ditz

This isn't just another fling,
We've worked out her retarded thing,
And after awhile her breath don't stink like shit.

She's Big, Big, Big, as a linebacker,
She's Big, Big, Big, as a linebacker,
She's Big, Big, Big, as a linebacker,
But she's mine.
She's Big, Big, Big, as a linebacker,
She's Big, Big, Big, as a linebacker,
She's Big, Big, Big, as a linebacker,
But she's mine.