B:I want a girl,
who thinks I’m smart,
about stars and cars and birds and worms and art.
I want a girl,
someone who won’t think I’m dumb...
cause I am. And that’s dumb.

Z: You can say that again.

B: And that’s dumb.

Z: Don’t say that again.

B: Whatever you say.

Z:Alright, I’m singing now.
I want a girl,
who thinks I’m cute.
Even when I wear my birthday suit.

Bt: NASTY!

Z:I want a girl,
ahh, someone who’ll like long walks in the rain. Yeah. (pause)
And burglary! And larceny! And bribery!

B: ZORAK!

Z: What?

B: Next verse!

B+Z:Oh, we don’t care,
about shape or size.

Z: True, we don’t.

B: About the number of heads or tails or horns or eyes.

B+Z: We like girls.

Z: Yes it’s true, we really do.

B+Z:We like girls!
We like girls!
We like girls!
We like girls!