Let me tell you 'bout someone who's no pleasure to meet

You wouldn't offer her a back seat

Just 'cause her father's a vicar who is full of pulpit

There is no one sicker, spells S.H. one T.



Well she looks real cute when she puts in the boot

A night time slicker,

An A.R licker (A.R. slicker? A.S.S. licker?)

A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer

Her C.U.M. really do you in

So don't you try to F.U.C. her

If I wouldn't touch her with mine



Well she went to California, turned everybody off

Sure has a nice way of F'ing things up

She used to make all the guys cream

In her ice blue jeans and that jar of Vaseline



Well she looks real cute when she puts in the boot

A night time slicker, an A.R. licker,

A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer

Her C.U.N. really do you in



That's what I say if you try this for size

So her destiny lies now in the pit of fate

One of those strange people you just love to hate

She is S.I.C., she is deranged

Even her poor old banker was short changed



She looks real cute when she puts in the boot

A night time? slicker, an A.R.? licker,

A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer

Her C.U.N. really do you in

So don't you try to F.U.C. her

If I wouldn't touch her with mine



Well she looks real cute when she puts in the boot

A night time? slicker, an A.R licker (slicker?)

A C.O.C. teaser, an ice cream squeezer

Her C.U.N. really do you in

So don't you try to F.U.C. her

If I wouldn't touch her with mine

So don't you try to F.U.C. her

If I wouldn't touch her with mine

If you wanna risk F.U.C. her, try this for size

Writer : WOOD, RON
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing