Oh girl, you're so mistaken
That boy is god forsaken
His hair so greasy
His clothes are cheesy
And he stinks of kwik-save bacon
Louise, you're just too wrong
My feelings here are strong
I think he's fit
He's my Brad Pitt
Have you seen the size of his tongue?
Couches pas le garçon skanky, comme ca
Couches pas le garçon skanky
I think Louise is right
He sure don't look your type
He's skankerrific
Oh, his breath's horrific
He ain't pretty in daylight
Skankerricfic's not a word!
It means terrifically skankified, it was on Call My Bluff
Janet, can we speak
This guy's a walking geek
He's got no job
Got a little knob
He's a living, breathing freak!
Louise, you just hate men!
I ain't no manhater
But stick to the vibrator
He's no good
His name is mud with a face like a potato
Couches pas le garçon skanky, comme ca
Couches pas le garçon skanky
Oh honey, can't you hear?
Your head's too full of beer
You go with him
You'll find your quim
Goes bad at your next smear