Think about what you've got and compare it to what I've got

Now what do you think my girl wants, my girl wants?

Think about what I've got and compare it to what you've got

What do you think my girl wants, my girl wants?

What do you think my girl wants?

Don't call her lazy cause she's crazy about the daytime TV

Channel 3, look at me, I'm a real whale watcher

They think I'm smart

They think it's art but then I start with a crash

I'm just a brash trash-talker

I like some funky drums, but I hate some chunky drummers

And I saw what your girl did last summer

She said it looks like a binge

She said it felt like a blast

Woke up in the grass with the assless chaps

Looks like a blast

She said it felt like a binge

Woke up with your friend in the Indian fringes

Bring on the bed-spins, bring on the Mini-Thins

Bring on the bed-spins, bring on the Mini-Thins

And she was bombed on the bass and the Bombay gin

She stumbled in

That's when she said, she says "it's great getting high"

I want everybody who's been eyeing my girl to slowly close their eyes

Said "it's great getting high"

I want everybody who's been eyeing my girl to slowly close their eyes

And think about what you've got, compare it to what I've got, and ask yourself:

What do you think my girl wants?