NDN-Ladies and genltemen, it's a pleasure to introduce to y'all, he's a friend of mine.
BLO-T- Yes,yes I am.
T.O.-And he goes by the name of Blo-Town.
BLO-T-Whooooaaa!
Jim Crow-All the way from county of FC.
P.Lo-And he's got sumthin special for y'all. He's going to sing a song for y'all about an it.
BLO-T-Come in right here?
White Strips- Yeah!

It was a sunny day
Chillin at the beach
All those the beautiful girls girls had sandals or their feet
Saw this big fat guy with hair hazel brown
He wore a flowered gown
With no bra to be found
I said listen

Chorus
Senor Rita, I don't know you
Say you're a man, why do you have boobs
I see you walking with bracelets and charms
And your face is causing me, it's causing major

Now I wish I was blind
You're looking like a clown
Is that makeup that you're wearing
Or were you mawed by hounds
Is it a joke or are you high
You're making RuPaul cry
You deserve a crown
Worse cross-dresser in town
Need I mention

Senor Rita, I don't know you
Say you're a man, why do you have boobs
I see you walking with bracelets and charms
And your face is causing me, it's causing major
Harm,harm,harm,harm,harm,harm
Rita yeah you're causing me
Harm...
Rita yeah you're causing me
Harm...

Hook
When I look into your eyes
You're like Mimi multiplied 50 times
In the daytime you dress as a guy
But at night time you're a girl
You've got the whole town just wodering why (yeah,yeah)

Chorus

When I look into your eyes
You're like Mimi multiplied 50 times
In the daytime you dress as a guy

Now listen, I gotta ask you something
And the guys are kind of wondering too
It go "It looks like you got beaten up, whose's hitting you?"
Rita-"I don't know what you're talking 'bout, my mascara is blue."
Guys sing I"t looks like you got beaten up, whose's hitting you?"
Rita-"I don't know what you're talking 'bout, my mascara is blue."
"It looks like you got beaten up, whose's hitting you?"
Rita-"I don't know what you're talking 'bout, my mascara is blue."
Ask it one more time
It looks like you got beaten up, whose's hitting you?"
Rita-"I don't know what you're talking 'bout, my mascara is blue."
It looks like you got beaten up, whose's hitting you?"
Rita-"I don't know what you're talking 'bout, my mascara is blue."