Nipples on my chest, I got nipples on my chest...

Recently I have been toying with the idea for a song that is a hip-hop, rap-style sing-a-long with a refrain that goes something like this:

Nipples on my chest,
Nipples on my chest,
I got nipples on my chest
Nipples on my chest

Nipples on my chest,
Nipples on my chest,
I got nipples on my chest
Nipples on my chest

I feel very strongly that the words are simple enough for even the newest, least interested crowd member to remember. And it gets stuck in your head.

I am currently being reminded of this by the Russian guy in my office who wears thin dress shirts with no undershirt. Those large brown circles are ruining my day. They're like huge pregnant pimples about to explode through the skin that is his sateen, fitted, Geoffrey Beene shirt.