You've got a fat ass, lady
You've got no class, lady
But I'll love you just the same.
Your upper lip's hairy
Your complexion's scary
Still, I'd like to know your name.
You've got thunder thighs, lady
You've got crossed eyes, lady
Still, I'd like to jump your frame.
Your ears are waggin'
Your tits are saggin'
Still, you make me glad that I came.
'Cause at closin' time
It ain't no crime
For ugly folks to fall in lust.
And I've got the notion
If we go through the motions
We'll leave the pretty people eating our dust.