MOANING LISA ƒ  E F#m G#m A B There was an air of gloom down in the changing room, as another zipper breaks She's been a size fourteen since she was fourteen but now she's twenty eight These say eighteen, but they're a size sixteen, and they making her bum look fat She huffs and puffs with the designer jeans, and the sweat runs down her back Down in the cleavage where the hairs are sprouting Collecting the seepage for the buttock sweat fountain Don't go near her, you can't please her Moaning Lisa and her buttock sweat geyser She moans and she groans and her belly grows And she whines all the time her love handles show Pains in her veins coz they're varicose See them pop, see them pop, see them pop. Her tummy's fat with really runny fat, and she shovels in the chips There's flesh exposed above the pantyhose when she reaches for the crisps She got her buttocks wet with buttock sweat when she sat down in the chair From beneath her skirt there was a cleavage squirt sent a fountain in the air... © 1997 The Macc Lads TRACK CHAT HORRID HUNDRED