Oh the places you'll go, the things you'll get
For a couple of pubes on the internet
Why be this when you could be that instead
For a couple of pubes on the internet

They say 'ooh shalalala, ooh shalalala'
The spirit's in the groove so the words don't matter
Say 'ooh shalalala, ooh shalalala'
There's blood on your thighs and your skirt's in tatters
But the [?] shoulders to the top of the pile
In a hooded circle working well to pay their debts
And make an avatar of you reborn[?] you strip and smile
And show two pubes on the internet

You're the best in show
You're the best at singing
There's a harp in your heart that never needs restringing
The girls wanna be ya, the boys wanna see ya
A while since the [?] would sing[?] your soul down here
So sing 'shu-shupa-dupa, shu-shupa-doobie'
It's a tough sell sugar, get in training for the hoops
I say 'ooh la la la la, ooh la la la la'
Six billed hours in photoshop to hide that pallor

From the [?] and the [?] and the 80's retro deal
And the pretty, spunky tomboy with a rescueable air
Now we've got you naked but its heart it is not evil
If you only show two strands of your pubic hair
The new boss knows the language and he knows the clothes to wear
He writes sensual and primal on your sacrificial brides
And give the guilty masturbating whores that chose to stare
Once the presence of your sex organs has been implied

The new boss knows the language and he knows the clothes to wear
He writes sensual and primal on your sacrificial brides
And give the guilty masturbating whores that chose to stare
Once the presence of your sex organs has been implied