300 Pounds of Hongry - Tony Joe White

Three hundred pounds of hongry

Down to her house every Sunday

More temptation to butter them buns

Licking their grease right of the tongue

Three hundred pounds

Tall as she’s round

Every pound of that body so fine

I can’t hardly believe that it’s mine

Hey how that three hundred pounds do amaze me

When she gets down in the gravy

But God oh mother what a soulful groove

When she gets down in a barbecue

Three hundred pounds

Long as she’s round

Every pound of that body so fine

I can’t hardly believe that it’s mine

And they are all mine

Everybody ask me why

Do you love a woman twice your size

Well don’t you know the bigger the better

That three hundred pounds

Sort of got it all together

Loving that lot

Getting that grease

Loving her more

Baby she gives

Now let yourself go

You big old thing don’t you know

I don’t care if you weighs a ton

Long as I can butter them buns

Your buns my buns

Three hundred pounds

Tall as she’s round

You big old thing don’t you know

Oh how I love you so much

Three hundred