Lyrics mostly copied from another forum (http://www.sciforums.com/showpost.php?p=1576060&postcount=18)


ROBERTA
John Lee Hooker*/Billy C. Wirtz

Roberta, Roberta,
Mama, please get your big legs off of me
(Sometimes she get a little carried away and I'd have to say)
(muffled) Roberta, Roberta!
(cough, cough) Jesus Christ!
Oh, please, please get your big legs off of me!
'Cause when you roll your big legs around me—(Help me, Jesus!)
—Don't you know it feels so good honey,
But you just won't let me breathe.
(Oh, God, please, Roberta, come on, will you, come on, get up!
I'll give you a cookie! Come on, please get up! Oh, Lord!)

You can be sweet as a banana Moon Pie,
Or you can be as salty as a souvenir Virginia country ham.
You can be sweet as a banana-sittin'-on-the-backseat-of-my-Camaro-underneath-the-pink-and-purple-dingleballs-ridin'-down-95-yeehaw-Miami here-we-come Moon Pie,
Or salty as a souvenir Virginia-sittin'-next-to-the-bottle-rockets-south-of-the-border country ham.
'Cause when you kiss me with your big luscious greasy lips,
I realize I'm a very naughty--
Yes, I need a little discipline!
No, please don't make me wear that nurse's dress again tonight!
—Groveling worm of a love slave!


[* Credit from one of Wirtz's albums, but Allmusic.com doesn't show any recording of ROBERTA by Hooker.]