I was sittin' in Friday's suckin' on a of wine in walked a chick who almost struck me blind Had wet eyes and her legs were long and fine On a scale of one to ten, I'd 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 look a possible eight You and me could, uh! eighteen, if your head's on straight." She looked up and my perfect frame And said these words that burned my perfect brain.
She said, well, another one of those men Kind who all women 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 that phony numbers jive Your makes me smile, I give it a five When you walked up I noticed that of (yores) It's year's double-knit frayed-cuffs, give it a four.
must be your car parked out on the curb That sixty-nine homemade convertible, a three and a Now, as for your build, I guess (yore) than five Except, for pot belly, I'd give that a ten for size.
That wine you're pourin' might be to you But I'm used to fine champagne, I it a two It's hard to tell your flashin' smile is worth I give it a six, you could use some work.
But, your struttin' rooster act that 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 there no zeroes, I give you a one!.
She walked out, while up and down the The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, happened to your nine Nine says I, hell soon as she to talk 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 scale of ten to one, ain't no ten.