Three hundred pounds of hongry Down to her house every Sunday Boil them taters and butter them buns Lickin' that grease right off they thumbs Three hundred pounds Tall as she round And every pound of that body so fine I can hardly b'lieve that it's mine Oooo, how that three hundred pounds amaze me When she gets down in the gravy God almighty, what a soulful groove When she gets down in the barbecue Three hundred pounds Tall as she round And every pound of that body so fine I can hardly b'lieve that it's mine - oh man! Everybody ax me why Do you love a woman twice yo' size? Well don't you know, the bigger the better And that three hundred pounds sho'nuf got it all Together Lovin' that lard and gettin' them grits Lovin' her mo' the bigger she gits Now let yourself go You big ol' thang, don't you know I don't care if she weighs a ton Long as I can butter yo' buns Three hundred pounds Tall as she round You big ol' thang, don't you know That, Lord, I love you so (Fat!) (Pounds!)