Now You're Talkin'

Some are in the garden with a bottle of Chardonnay, pinkies up in the air We steppin' over the gruesome twosome, still making out on the stairs There's a whole load of bodies, kinda hard to tell Could be a menage-a-many from hell And I don't know who's doing what to whom, but surely they are doing it well Whatever does you good Lifts your skirt Gets you done Unbuttons your shirt Wakes you up Turns your head Hits the spot That guy from the dealership he can't be still, he's bouncing up and down all the time Luvvies in the kitchen, full of virtue and compassion, you hear that righteous whine A bunch a freaking eejits swivelling on their digits, dumber than the average bear OMFG the state of me, man, whatever happened to my hair Whatever does you good Lifts your skirt Gets you done Unbuttons your shirt Wakes you up Turns your head Hits the spot Well, now you're talkin' Ring-tone Joe is gazing in the bowl, he's deep-arm fishing for his phone Renee is full of guilt, she's had it up to the hilt, but it's far too soon to go home The neighbours are screaming and banging on the wall, our music is not to their taste This thing'll end badly if it ends at all, man, the place is getting laid to waste Whatever does you good Lifts your skirt Gets you done Unbuttons your shirt Wakes you up Turns your head Hits the spot Now you're talkin'