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She wriggles and she wraggles, she jiggles and she jaggles
You stand and watch her pass by, your line of vision ass-eye
You think that 'cause she smiles, that you turn all her dials
But you don't see them later, while in the elevator

You nag her and you swagger, you think you're gonna shag her
A man about the town-a, get funky, let's get down-a
Machismo and machasma, it turns into miasma
But you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension

I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass b****

You open up your mouth-a, amazed at what comes out-a
It's just a testimony that you're full of bologna, that you're a stupid
S*** ass, a meat head, Guido, pass-gas
That you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension

I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass b****
I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass b****

You know you want to spangle, but you can't seem to angle
One gives you attitude-a, your reason to be rude-a
You think that 'cause she smiles, that you turn all her dials
But you don't see them later, while in the elevator

You nag her and you swagger, you think you're gonna shag her
A man about the town-a, get funky, let's get down-a
Machismo and machasma, it turns into miasma
But you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension

You open up your mouth-a, amazed at what comes out-a
It's just a testimony, that you're full of bologna, that you're a stupid
S*** ass, a meat head, Guido, pass gas
But you have got no class, no style, no social skills, no comprehension

I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass b****
I can't deal with this idiot, yeah I must admit that he's a punk ass b****