(by Ian Downey, (c) 2001) O, where, oh where, is the Booty at? O, where, oh where, can it be? I lost my poor, dear booty Upon the Booty Sea. It struck out for the Promised Land, It searches night and day For a land where booties bump and grind The Good, Old-Fashioned Way. They work hard and they play hard, On Streets that are paved with gold, Under their Booty Shepherd's watch, They stray not from their fold. The last thing my Booty said to me Before It went away Was, "Love means freedom from each other; I'll love you until That Day." So where oh where is the Booty at? O where oh where can it be? I hope it's where All Good Booties Hump, and think of me.