Lyrics:

Alright now, this is a little modern day love song for ya


People at this honky-tonk
they're about to drive me insane
To tell you the truth my darlin'
you're the only reason I came

But your beauty's so distractin'
hope it don't lead to my demise
Can you please tell your boobs,
to stop lookin' at my eyes


They're playin' crummy rap music
and there ain't even a band
Uh and I wouldn't even be here
but you hold my heart in your hands
(Yes you do, baby.)

So before I lose my cool
and start actin' like them other dirty guys
would you please tell your boobs,
to stop lookin' at my eyes

Yo there, brother we're givin' you a shout
Got the bitches in stitches and we're all hangin' out
Lookin' good in the hood tell you what it's all about
Shoot that rapper, and let the guitar player play


If it wasn't for the alcohol
I would be quoting Voltaire
But with that cute rockin' bod' of yours
I can't do nothin' but stare

Let's go to your place baby
stay up and watch the sun rise
But first please tell your boobs,
to stop lookin' at my eyes

I'll be your sex object
I'll be your good ol' boy toy
We'll have the perfect redneck wedding
then a little bundle of joy

And somewhere down the road
we'll look back and we'll laugh about this night
When I said, 'Tell your boobs,
to stop lookin' at my eyes'

Yeah, later down the road
we'll look back and we'll laugh about this night
(Yes we will)
But right now, won't you tell your boobs,
to stop lookin' at my eyes.

Stick out your boobsies
Stick out your boobsies
Stick out your boobs now

Stick out your boobsies
Stick out your boobsies
Stick out your boobs now

Stick out your boobsies
Stick out your boobsies
Stick out your boobs now...