I was on the train to work this morning
Same old shite, boring, boring
There was a newspaper left by someone
So I picked it up and read ‘The Sun'
Instinct makes me turn to page 3
At the topless girl whose always pretty
I then read the sports and gossip
But nothing beats a bit of tit
Off the train and on the escalator
Still grasping my newspaper
The posh birds who work in town
Go up the escalator as I go down
It's hot, so their tops our undone
Showing a bit of cleavage like ‘The Sun'
I see more girls wearing a summer dress
But my eyes are drawn to their breast
Out on the streets of London
All I am seeing our tits and bum
In their skimpy tops it's all too much
I just want to reach out and touch
They stop men walking in their tracks
Be it standing up or on their backs
They wobble around like epileptic fits
I never realized the power of tits
I'm at work now and still no escape
Tits everywhere, in every shape
If I close my eyes I shall progress
I can't see tits at my desk
But as I innocently gaze out my window
I see the college girls with them all on show
What can I do? I am just a man
Who happens to be a breast fan.
