Listen up climber boy, my feeling is this,
This girl ain’t waiting up on no kiss;
She’s hooking those bolts with one thing in mind
And it ain’t the chalk bag on your behind.
Come on climber boy let me see that swing
Cos climbing up walls ain’t my only thing
Smear it up.
Push it up climber man, your arse is mine,
Hit the ground, it’s just a matter of time.
You powered your way up the overhang
Gripping those jugs like some macho man.
Every girl in the place is watching you climb
Yo there sister, join the back of the line.
Figure of eight
Hey climber boy, what grade are you packing?
I got an urge to check out your racking
Your smile is wicked and while that’s OK
A grin ain’t gonna make this woman’s day
This isn’t just a menopausal flush
This is a full on over body blush
Get it up
So what big boy did you see me lookin’?
It’s not your heel I’m aimin’ on hookin’
I liked what I saw when your veins were pumpin’
But it ain’t no wall I picture humpin’
Bare foot, big foot, every one a winner
One lean hard Pole he’s never a minger
Bring him down
Rope him on
Your tush in the harness, that’s mighty neat
Over here climber, make marks with your feet
So our eyes made contact what’s the big deal
This woman needs more than the perfect smile
Hey up climber boy cos this is the thing
That bulge in my pocket? My wedding ring.