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They call your daddy Big Boots
Big Boots is his name
It takes a big man to wear big boots
That's your daddy's claim to fame
They know your daddy
They call your daddy Big Boots
Big Boots is his name
It takes a big man to wear big boots
That's your daddy's claim to fame
They know your daddy
it, boot it, you know the plan
So much booty, she could supply the demand
I wanna take that big ‘ol booty shopping at the mall
I wanna pick it up
it, boot it, you know the plan
So much booty, she could supply the demand
I wanna take that big ‘ol booty shopping at the mall
I wanna pick it up
If I break the law and get caught
I could get smashed in the face by the big boys
'Cause they're frightened by the real world
Frightened by the real
Black listen, Jaron and Bryant
Next position was right about now, we need the radiohead ridging me, 
While I hit the road on tour to support the record
when I romp in the rain
Draw black scars on the new gym floor
Pimps like to wear 'em when they kick them whores
This is it baby, big shiny black boots
me down my old great coat
I believe I'll go walkin' in the woods
Oh. my darlin'
Oh, hand me down my big boots.
Oh, hand me down my big boots
I
By Terre and Suzzy Roche

They have a language all their own
It has an I can make it overtone
Conversation never stops
Throw the ball up it never
go to the real shoe store
On the shelves I looked in horror
On display were combat boots and platforms
Here comes Big Shoes

Big shoes before they
Well, I was singin' some old cheatin' song
When this blue-eyed blonde came by
She said, I'm a table over in the corner
Why don't you drop around
Restaurant, there's a picture hanging there
Of a petrified Italian with escargot in his hair
And there's a big, white horse rug lying by the door
And I'm
in the swamps
One of 'em a great big old boy
One of 'em kinda short, not too big
Lived back in the swamps down by the river
This particular
by everyone

In the saloon one evening Big took a bet with a rancher whose name I forget
He wanted a herd taken over the plain
He called Jim
been kissed
Never been kissed by a lady called Amy

You're far out, you're fab and insane
A woman of the world, it's quite plain
My dad told me Amy's
morning with a big ass headache

Y’all I ain’t kidding this son of a bitch hurts
Where the hell are my pants must be with my shirt
I still got my boots
seen.
'N the sky turned white in the middle of the night

'N the sky turned white in the middle of the night
'N the big floppy boot stomped down into
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my
the boots are all reverbed out walking across the hard wood floors.
In fact everything's got that big reverb sound!

Well, what'll I do now?
Go to sleep!
the boots are all reverbed out walking across the hard wood floors.
In fact everything's got that big reverb sound!

Well, what'll I do now?
Go to sleep!
ya she could hold her own
Pretty as peach, tough as a boot
She's country down to the core
Little crazy, little sweet
ain't nothin' that can beat
Whoa whoa
She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car
Listen to the Beatles singin' 'Back in the U-S-S-R'
Yeah she's goin'
Whoa whoa
She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car 
Listen to the Beatles singing back in the USSR 
Yeah she's goin'
Trailer trashed down by the river
Hop up in the shotgun, grab another cold one
Trailer trashed, the party's gettin' bigger
Put on your boots, kick out
See that boy standing there by the dance floor
He's lookin' like the Marlboro Man
Starched shirt, starched jeans, big trophy buckle
And an empty