(Sung to Home on the Range)
Oh, give me a thigh, a thigh of my own
Where the skin is shiny and smooth
And when I'm alone with this thigh of my own
I could do nothing but smooch
Kiss, kiss this thigh of mine
Whether white, roasted or grilled
I will drench you in gloss that's ginger and sauce
Then my heart is happy and thrilled
Oh, give me a thigh - a thigh of my own
Where the meat is voluptuous and thick
I know I'll be shy with this oh-so lusty thigh
And cross my legs to deny my stick
Thigh, thigh of my own
Where the meat is tender and nice
I'll sing you a song of disco ball and thongs
And pole dance you on a carpet of rice
Oh, give me a thigh - a thigh of my own
Where the meat reminds me of an old gal
She had thunder thighs and a waxed device
That'll make a churchman forget his bell
No, no, this thigh of mine
It is too gorgeous and true
I shall not eat but frame you up instead
My eyes on you forever be glued
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