[Intro, Spoken]
Shit
Ukulele is a bit out of tune
Uhm, I think ukulele is- is- is- is- shit
I've got it, it's as good as I'm gonna get it

[Verse 1, Sung]
I've been wondering what your lips taste like
I know that's weird
That's a weird thing to say
Just lately I'll say just about anything
If it'll make someone look at me

[Verse 2]
I've been wondering where you buried your heart
I know that's strange
Doesn't even make sense

[Chorus]
Look me right in the eye
Tell me I'm pretty
Tell me I'm smart
Smarter than you
Smarter than all of you, soon you will see
When they broadcast my message on worldwide TV
I've seized control of the nuclear warheads
One word from me and this whole planet plays dead
We'll disappear in a puff of estrangement
The slavedrivers go the same way all their slaves went
And all this will end
And all this will die
[Outro]
Tell me I'm right
Look me right in the eye
Tell me I'm pretty
Tell me I'm pretty
Tell me I'm pretty

Somebody look at me