Two Pints Of Lager And A Packet Of Crisps - Couchez Pas Le Garcon Skanky lyrics

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