Over The Wall I

There are big busted woman

Over the wall

Over the wall

There are big busted woman

Who bake on the beaches

With oil on their bellies

Over the wall

Over the wall

There is rum from the cane fields

Over the wall

Over the wall

There is rum from the cane field

In round bulging barrels

That stings when you swallow

Over the wall

Over the wall

There is sun on my taxi

And cakes in my oven

And fish in my netting

And geese in my barnyard

And big busted woman

Over the wall

Over the wall

Over the wall

And I wonder if I'll ever see them again

And the moon grows dimmer

At the tide's low ebb

And your breath comes faster

And you're aching to move

But you're caught in the web