I was sittin' in Friday's suckin' on a glass of When in walked a chick who almost struck me Had wet blue eyes and her legs long and fine On a of one to ten, I'd give her a nine.
Now on my scale ain't no ten's, you know Nine is about as far as any can go So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even at me So for brains and good judgement, I'd her a three.
I said, "Hey sweet thing, you like a possible eight You and me could, uh! eighteen, if your head's on straight." She looked up and down my perfect And said these words that burned into my brain.
She said, well, one of those macho-matician men Kind who grade all women on of one to ten And, you give me an eight, well, that's a generous to do Now, let's just see, just how I give you.
She said you comin' on to me with that phony jive style makes me smile, I give it a five When you walked up I noticed suit of (yores) It's last year's double-knit frayed-cuffs, it a four.
That be your car parked out on the curb sixty-nine homemade convertible, a three and a third Now, as for your build, I guess (yore) less than Except, for your pot belly, I'd that a ten for size.
wine you're pourin' might be fine to you But I'm to fine champagne, I give it a two It's to tell what your flashin' smile is worth I it a six, you could use some dental work.
But, It's your struttin' rooster act really makes me laugh It may be a ten to these hens, but to me a three and a half And there ain't much to add once the subtractin's done Since ain't no zeroes, I give you a one!.
She walked out, while up and down the The whole bar was laughin', Bare, what happened to your nine Nine says I, soon as she started to talk I knew She have no class, I barely gave her a two.
Yeah! No matter how good they at first There's in all of them That's why on a of ten to one, friend ain't no ten.