Heavy Boobs - Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Cast, Rachel Bloom

I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs

Dense like dying stars

I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs

I can’t run real far

Let me break down what I just said

Each of my double D’s has the volume of a toddler’s head

Not bitchin' 'bout my boobies, they look super fly in shirts

But if I swung them in your face, you’d be like

«Oh my God, that hurts!

I’m blind!

Holy crap!

I literally can’t see!

I’ve permanent retinal damage!

I’m suing you and your heavy boobies!»

Heavy boobs, heavy boobs

Dense like dying stars

I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs

They each have their own memoirs

What you gotta know is that boobs may be where it’s at

But if you cut them open, they’re just sacks of yellow fat

Stuff falls into my bra, it’s a little bit of a drag

But when I go to bed at night

It’s like opening a Mary Poppins bag

Whee!

Candies and pennies!

I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs

Dense like dying stars

I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs

Don’t need an airbag in my car

Here is a list of all of the objects

That I can hold under my boobs:

Stapler, ten pencils, paperback copy of Arabian Nights

Dog bone, remote control, hardback copy of Wuthering Heights

(spoken)

See, when a star is dying, it transforms into a red giant, and if the red giant

does not have enough mass to fuse carbon, an inert mass of carbon and oxygen

builds up in the center, transforming into a dense white dwarf.

And yeah, like,

that’s my boobs.

That’s, that’s what my boobs are like.

I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs

Dense like a white dwarf

I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs

It’d be a catch at Fisherman’s Wharf

I got them heavy boobs, heavy boobs

Don’t ever forget

That these heavy boobs, heavy boobs

Are just sacks of yellow fat

Like the stuffing of a couch

They’re just sacks of yellow fat

Technically meant to feed a baby

They’re just sacks of yellow fat