The idea behind this song was as simple as it was juvenile...

drum riff: tit - titty - tit - titty
bass riff: boob - boob - booby - booby

After that... the words pretty much wrote themselves. I had a lot of fun google-researching the multitude of different names for breasts... there's hundreds. I've selected a few of my favourites for you.

LYRICS
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Some point up, some point down
Some ladies make them swing around
Some are big, some others, small
I tell ya, boys, I love 'em all!

Titties! Talkin' 'bout titties, man...
Titties! Also known as hooters, boobs 'n' cans...

I love all kinds of boobs
Big 'n' perky... little ones too
Damn I love sweet juicy cans
I love 'em even better when they're in my hands!

Titties! Talkin' 'bout titties, dude...
Titties! How I want to see them in the nude...

When you jiggle and shake them knockers
It damn near sends me wild
And cleavage, man, it's a hell of a thang
Like candy for a child!

Titties! Talkin' 'bout titties, man...
Titties! Also known as poached eggs, warheads, milk jugs,
honkers, norks and mammary glands!

(slow)
On the seventh day He rested
On the eighth day He made boobs
If it's true that God made titties
I guess I love him too
(/slow)

Titties! Talkin' 'bout titties, dude...
Titties! How I want to see them in the nude...
Titties! Talkin' 'bout titties, man...
Titties! Whatever you call 'em, I'm a fan!