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