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