Oh, oh it's you I can't tell, you look like Hell
You're not just plain
Wish your face was concealed by a cold steel pail, or an opaque veil
No, it's you I can't tell

And you flunked out in eight grade, you're dumb as a post
Your feet smell like cheese, You spray snot when you sneeze
Your heads shaped so strange. I need an exchange
I'll walk on into a bar, for girl who's of less age

How I wish, how I wish I had beer
You've got hairy moles and you look like a troll
You're gross my dear
Better faces there can be found, at the dog pound
Now that your here
Wish I had beer