Baby Got Book (Sir mix-a-lot for readers)

A friend sent me this and it was too good not to share... for those of you who remember Baby Got Back, this is Baby Got Book:

Baby Got Book (based on the original by Sir Mix-A-Lot)

Spoken: "Oh. Mai. Gyawd, Becky, look at her book bag...she must be one
of those, like, Barnes & Noble's guys' girlfriends...it's so heavy...and
bulging...she's just so...SMART!"

I like big books and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with a fat Tolkien
And Cervantes in original tongue
You get sprung
Wanna read the spine
'Cuz you noticed that book was stuffed
Deep in the bag she's carrying
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby, I wanna get wit' ya
And read your volumes
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that book you got
Makes me so horny
Ooh, leather slipcase
You say you wanna get in my den
Well use it, use it, 'cuz you ain't that average reader

I've seen her readin',
It looks like Friedan,
She's smart,
Well-read, got it goin' with a great big head

I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' thin books are the thing
Take the average nerd guy and ask him that
She gotta pack much book

So fellas (yeah), fellas (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the book? (Hell yeah!)
Tell her read it, read it, read it, read it, read it, read that hefty book
Baby got book

I like 'em hard and fat
And when I'm stockin' my flat
I just can't help myself
It's like Alexandria
Now here's my scandal

I wanna get you home
And uh, double up uh, uh
I ain't talkin' 'bout Pocket
'Cuz paperback books are made for boys
I wan' 'em real thick and verbose
So find that volume double
Boy am I in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that Dickens
So I'm lookin' at Russian littin'
Fashion mag bimbos readin' like kids
You can have them bimbos
I'll keep my women like Oprah
A word 'bout the Bronte sistas
I wanna get wit' ya
I wanna English Lit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna read
'Til the break of dawn

Baby got it goin' on
A lot of men won't like this song
'Cuz them punks like to illiterate it
But I'd rather hear you read
'Cuz I'm smart and I'm strong
And I'm down to get the fiction on

So ladies (yeah), ladies (yeah)
If you wanna read in my library (yeah)
Then lift it up
Stick it out
Even plain boys got to shout
Baby got book

Yeah baby
When it comes to females
Cosmo ain't got nothin' to do with my selection
Palahniuk, Fielding, Pynchon, too
And maybe a little Sartre

So your girlfriend drives a Rolls Royce
Playin' books on tape from James Joyce
But hearin' ain't like readin' in the back of her limo
My anaconda don't want none unless you got books, hon
You can read Cosmo or comics, but please don't lose that book
Some brothers wanna play that hard role
And tell you that the book ain't gold
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you're haughty
Well I ain't down with that
'Cuz you got Kierkegaard and your Nietzsche's kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'

To the unread dames with the magazines
You ain't missin' a thing
Give me a sista I can't resist her
William Shakespeare didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
'Cuz his girls were on my list
He had game but he chose to skip 'em
And I pull up quick to get with 'em
So ladies if the book is thick
And you wanna triple X throw down
Dial 1-900-mixalot, bring them Henry Miller thoughts
Baby got book