That belly I idolize

Some folks say you don't do right 
You're mean in the morning, then you're gone all night 
But I don't care. 
You've got that belly I idolize 

Your hair is long and your waist is trim 
You own three quarters of IBM 
You think I care? 
Honey, I don't care 
You got that belly I idolize 

When I come home feeling all tired out and all worn 
Your belly, your belly's there, just like a port in a storm 
Yes, yes, that's how it is. 
You got that belly I idolize.