B:I want a girl,
who thinks I’m smart,
about stars and cars and birds and worms and art.
I want a girl,
someone who won’t think I’m dumb...
cause I am. And that’s dumb.
Z: You can say that again.
B: And that’s dumb.
Z: Don’t say that again.
B: Whatever you say.
Z:Alright, I’m singing now.
I want a girl,
who thinks I’m cute.
Even when I wear my birthday suit.
Bt: NASTY!
Z:I want a girl,
ahh, someone who’ll like long walks in the rain. Yeah. (pause)
And burglary! And larceny! And bribery!
B: ZORAK!
Z: What?
B: Next verse!
B+Z:Oh, we don’t care,
about shape or size.
Z: True, we don’t.
B: About the number of heads or tails or horns or eyes.
B+Z: We like girls.
Z: Yes it’s true, we really do.
B+Z:We like girls!
We like girls!
We like girls!
We like girls!