I was sittin' in Friday's suckin' on a glass of When in a chick who almost struck me blind Had wet blue eyes and her were long and fine On a scale of one to ten, I'd her a nine.
Now on my scale there no ten's, you know Nine is as far as any chick can go So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even at me So for and good judgement, I'd give her a three.
I said, "Hey thing, you look like a possible eight You and me could, uh! eighteen, if your head's on straight." She up and down my perfect frame And said words that burned into my perfect brain.
She said, well, another one of macho-matician men who grade 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 with phony numbers jive style makes me smile, I give it a five When you walked up I that suit of (yores) last year's double-knit frayed-cuffs, give 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) 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 to fine champagne, I give it a two It's hard to tell what flashin' smile is worth I give it a six, you could use some work.
But, It's your 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 really ain't much to add once the done Since there no zeroes, I give you a one!.
She walked out, while up and the line The whole bar was laughin', said' Bare, what to your nine Nine says I, hell as she started to talk I knew She didn't have no class, I gave her a two.
Yeah! No matter how good they look at There's in all of them That's why on a of ten to one, friend There no ten.