De waxed-down ladies' pink lifts prongs,
Doodahs, doodahs.
De whacked-down shaved patch got no dongs*--
Doodahs display.

Dey come out car and dey show some skin,
Doodahs, doodahs.
Sight-muff tableaux. . .pocket rockets full-thrustin'--
Doodahs display.

CHORUS
Twine at ruff-falls site
Gwine. . .in rough can't play.
I bet dese honeys get some knobs ta wag--
Sunned baldies put on display.

Dere's one named Hilton, and her legs ain't crossed,
Doodah, doodah.
I spy her crack cuz she done mowed mons moss--
Doodah display.

Dere's one who was once fat; her name's Nichole,
Food, arrgghh! Food, arrgghh!
Now she be skinnier dan a pole--
Food barfed away.

CHORUS

Dere's one named Britney; I see front and back,
Doodah, poo-bah!
She shave de top just like de crack--
Tattoo display.

I dink dey exit dat way from cars,
Cooch car, cooch car
To keep 'em in de tabloids as "stars."
Doodahs displayed.

CHORUS

Dere's one named Lindsay. . .got wobbly feet,
Boozed star, boozed star.
All go to rehab retreat--
Booze carted 'way.

Oh but what'll dey do when deir flesh sags?
Boob farm, boob farm.
Surgery, 'suction, and silicone bags--
Few scars displayed.

Gwine to watch for sight-
ings of twineless dames.
I'll bet of honeys on laptop and in rags
I'll glom plenty with cropped manes.


*i.e., "thongs"