FAT BOTTOMED GIRLS

by Brian May


Are ... you gonna take me home tonight?
Ah ... down beside that red fire light
Are ... you gonna let it all hang out?
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round

(Hey!)
I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew life before I left my nursery
Left alone with big fat Fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me
(Hey, hey!)

(Woooo!)

I've been singing with my band
'Cross the wire, 'cross the land
I've seen every blue-eyed floozy on the way (hey)
But their beauty and their style
Went kind of smooth after a while
Take me to them lardy ladies every time

(Come on!)
Ah ... won't you take me home tonight?
Ah ... down beside your red firelight
Ah ... and you give it all you got
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round

(Hey listen heahhhh ... )
Now your mortgages and homes
All your stiffness in the bones
Ain't no beauty queens in this locality (I tell you)
Oh, but I still get my pleasure
Still got my greatest treasure
Heap big woman, you done made a big man of me

(Now get this!)
Are ... you gonna take me home tonight? (Please?)
Ah ... down beside that red firelight
Are ... you gonna let it all hang out?
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round
(Get on your bikes and ride!)

(Oooooooooooooo, yeah)
(Oh yeah)
(Hey fat bottomed girls!)

Fat bottomed girls ...
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(All right)
(Ride 'em, cowboy!)

Fat bottomed girls ...
(Extra, extra!)

_________________________

Copyright 1978 by Queen Music Ltd./Beechwood Music Corp. (BMI)

Recordings:
1. Queen, best-selling single recording (Elektra 45541, ca. Nov.
     1978; 3:22 minute edit), re-released on "Queen's Greatest Hits"
     (Elektra 5E-562, 1981)
2. Queen, on the LP "Jazz" (Elektra 6E-166, 1978), re-released on
     CD

David Mills writes in Tuscon Weekly:

     Weird Lovemakers have a song called "Kate Moss" on their
     recent 45.  It's a sarcastic romp through fashion industry
     culture that starts off with a reprise of Queen's "Fat Bot-
     tomed Girls", then concludes thusly: "They pay her millions
     to play dead: lights, camera, submission / Big-boned, zaftig,
     Rubenesque, they're so out they're sin / Fuck Cosmopolitan!"
     While one may debate the lyrics' profundity, the song has a
     caffeinated zip and fuzz-buzz guitar sound that's impossible
     to resist.