Big Hunk O' Love
The Residents Lyrics


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Hey baby, I ain't askin' much of you
No, no, no, baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big, big, big hunk o' love will do

You're just a stingy little mama
Tryin' to starve me half to death
Well, you can spare a kiss or two
And still have plenty left

Oh baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big, big, big hunk o' love will do

You're just a natural born beehive
Filled with honey to the top
Well, I ain't greedy, baby
All I want is all you've got

Oh baby, I ain't askin' much of you, no
Just a big, big, big hunk o' love will do

I got a wishbone in my pocket
And a rabbit's foot 'round my wrist
Well, I'd have everything
My lucky charms could bring
If you'd give me just one sweet kiss

Baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big, big, big hunk o' love will do




Just a big hunk o' love's gonna do
Just a big hunk o' love will do

Overall Meaning

The Residents's song Big Hunk O' Love is about a man who is asking his partner for a big display of affection, in the form of a "big hunk o' love." The lyrics suggest that his partner is withholding love and affection from him, and he is becoming increasingly desperate for it. He calls her a "stingy little mama" who is "tryin' to starve me half to death." He asks her to spare a few kisses, insisting that she will still have plenty left. He compares her to a beehive filled with honey and himself to a rabbit's foot and wishbone, both symbols of good luck, but acknowledges that all he really wants is her love.


The song seems to be a commentary on relationships and the difficulties of getting the love and affection we crave from our partners. The title phrase, "big hunk o' love," is repeated throughout the song and serves as a sort of rallying cry for the singer. He is willing to go to great lengths to get the love he needs, even carrying lucky charms and making appeals to his partner's sense of kindness.


Overall, The Residents's Big Hunk O' Love is a poignant and somewhat comedic exploration of the human need for love and connection. The singer's desperate pleas for affection are at once relatable and amusing, and the song has a catchy, almost playful energy that belies its deeper themes.


Line by Line Meaning

Hey baby, I ain't askin' much of you
I don't demand much from you, my love


No, no, no, baby, I ain't askin' much of you
I repeat, I don't ask for much from you


Just a big, big, big hunk o' love will do
I just want a large quantity of love from you


You're just a stingy little mama
You are a small-minded and selfish woman


Tryin' to starve me half to death
You are attempting to deprive me of the basic necessity of love


Well, you can spare a kiss or two
You have the capacity to give me a few kisses


And still have plenty left
You will still have a lot of love to give, even after kissing me


Oh baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Again, I am not demanding much from you


You're just a natural born beehive
You are effortlessly abundant with love


Filled with honey to the top
Your love overflows like honey in a beehive


Well, I ain't greedy, baby
I am not avaricious, my love


All I want is all you've got
I only desire all the love you can give me


I got a wishbone in my pocket
I possess a wishbone in my pocket


And a rabbit's foot 'round my wrist
I also wear a rabbit's foot on my wrist


Well, I'd have everything
I would have everything that I desire


My lucky charms could bring
My good luck charms could give me good fortune


If you'd give me just one sweet kiss
If you could give me just one affectionate kiss


Baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Once again, I am not asking for too much from you, my love


Just a big, big, big hunk o' love will do
All I need is a substantial amount of love from you


Just a big hunk o' love's gonna do
Even a significant amount of love will suffice


Just a big hunk o' love will do
To reiterate, a generous amount of love is all I want from you




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