Hey, But You’re Mean, I Say!

A hissy fit in the Congo
And showing your indignation
Because of your ex-prez husband
‘Cause he gets more admiration

Hey, but you’re mean, I say!
What’s with the cheap display?
Bill stole your scene, okay?
Think you’re the queen, you say?
Too much caffeine today?
Congo cuisine okay?
Maybe you need buffet?
Never serene, I say!

Acting like a witchy woman
Fighting with the shadows of Bill’s head
Forget about some graciousness
You would rather tell them off instead

I conclude only:
Hey, but you’re mean, I say!
My aren’t you peed today?
How ‘bout a cheap cliche'?
Did you smoke weed today?
Hey where’d the steed go play?
Are you in “need” today?
How much does each thigh weigh?
Never wear tweed I pray!

Never hear you be pleasant
Always hear you stewing over
You always have claws at ready
You always say way too much
And always to bitch and to cackle like a hen

You snapped, “I’m the Secretary!”
And you came out smokin’
Even as your eyes were scoldin’
Leading with your mouth wide open

(wide mouth)

Hey, but you’re mean, I say!
When will you go away?
They love Bill, keen dismay!
Don't make a scene, okay?
Bitter and mean conveyed!
Should we believe you’re gay?
Don’t vent your spleen, oi vay!

Hey, but you’re mean I…
Hey, but you’re mean I…

Hey, but you’re mean, I say!
Time to come clean, I say
What would it mean today?
You say sor-ry, no way!
Meanest I’ve seen this way
Like a don-key you bray
Frustrated queen display
Ain’t gettin’ weenie play
Makin’ you mean all day
Maybe you need a lay?
Ran out of things to say
But you’re still mean, okay?
Yeah, you’re still mean, I say…