About the song
In the world of country music, where traditional themes often revolve around love, loss, and heartache, there are occasional outliers that push the boundaries of convention. One such song is “Boobs,” a controversial track recorded by The Bellamy Brothers in 2014.
Released as a single from their album “The Bellamy Brothers Sing the Classics,” “Boobs” immediately sparked debate and controversy due to its explicit lyrics and suggestive title. While some praised the song for its humor and irreverent nature, others criticized it for being offensive and objectifying women.
The song’s lyrics are undeniably provocative, focusing on the physical attributes of women in a way that many found to be objectifying and sexist. The Bellamy Brothers’ signature harmonies and catchy melody, however, make the song undeniably catchy and memorable.
Despite the controversy surrounding its lyrics, “Boobs” has managed to find a dedicated fanbase. Some listeners appreciate the song’s tongue-in-cheek humor, while others simply enjoy its infectious melody.
Whether you find it offensive or entertaining, “Boobs” is a unique and unforgettable song that has left an indelible mark on the country music landscape. It serves as a reminder that even within a genre known for its traditional values, there is room for experimentation and controversy.
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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 playing crummy rap music,
And there ain’t even a band.
Ah, 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 giving’ 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 Voltair.
But with that cute rocking’ 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
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