So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
If she don't make my five o'clock shadow come around at one.

You can bet your boots had walked for miles through the snow
Just to see her tooth face smile they mentioned on the radio
If you don't think she's lot of fun just ask the man who once wants
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal.

So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's for me
She's just like a money bag guarantee
Like a barfly goes for drink, like the bobby socks go for Frank
And just like Jesse James, he'd go for money in the bank.

From head to toes she's a perfect size, she's a whiz
Always wears her forty-five gun that is
She's got a look that's so impressin', she's got furs that's sorta fashion
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal

If you don't think she's lot of fun just ask the man who once wants
So round so firm so fully packed that's my gal

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): CLIFF STONE, EDDIE KIRK, MERLE TRAVIS