I get dizzy
I get numbo
When I’m dancing
With my Jum-Jum-Jumbo
Can she prance up a hill?
No, no, no, no, no
Can she dance a quadrille?
No, no, no, no, no
Does she fit in your coupe?
By herself she’s a group
Could she possibly
Sit upon your knee?
No, no, no
She’s so charming
And she’s so winning
But it’s alarming
When she goes in swimming
She’s a twosome,
She’s a foursome
If she’d lose some
I would like her more some
I don’t want her, you can have her
She’s too fat for me
She’s too fat for me
She’s too fat for me
I don’t want her you can have her
She’s too fat for me
She’s too fat
Much too fat
She’s too fat for me
Hey!
I gotta gal that’s mighty sweet, With blue eyes and
tiny feet. Her name is Rosabelle Magee, and she tips
the scale at three o three, Oh!
Gee- but ain’t it grand to have a girl so big and fat
that when you hug’er
You don’t know where you’re at you
Have to take a piece of chalk in your hand and
hug a way and chalk a mark to see where you began,
One day when I was a huggin and a chalkin and a chalkin
and a huggin a way. When I met another fella with
some chalk in his hand, Com-in’ around the other way ‘round
the mountain. Comin’ around the other way.
Nobody ever said I’m weak. My bones don’t ache and my joints
creak. But I I grow absolutely limp, Ev-’ry time I kiss my
baby blimp, Oh!
One day I had a yen for some one leaner, she was meaner than a
mink in a pen. So I left her now I’m happy as a fella could be
Huggin and chalkin in once a gain ‘round my Rosie
Huggin and chalkin in once again.
One day I was a huggin and a chalkin and a beggin’ her to be my bride
When I met another fella with some chalk in his hand
Comin a round the other side of the mountain
Comin around the other side.
It just occurred to me.. what fun it'd be to travel back in time and see radio icon Arthur Godfrey's (and the public's) reaction when some clown tried to get him to do time in sensitivity training!
To be fair, some radio stations did stop taking personal requests for the song.
A few years later the classic song, Transfusion, was banned as too controversial -- though as I recall the lyrics it was more about the tragic consequences of bad driving than anything else. So.. we were sensitive in those days. We just didn't let the Left go crazy and use "sensitivity" as a weapon.
A line from a Jim Croce song popped into my head:
“Oh you big fat woman, get your fat leg offa me”
Now I will have to try and find it.