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Some are in the garden with a bottle of Chardonnay, pinkies up in the air

We steppin' over the gruesome twosome, still making out on the stairs

There's a whole load of bodies, kinda hard to tell

Could be a menage-a-many from hell

And I don't know who's doing what to whom, but surely they are doing it well

Whatever does you good

Lifts your skirt

Gets you done

Unbuttons your shirt

Wakes you up

Turns your head

Hits the spot

That guy from the dealership he can't be still, he's bouncing up and down all the time

Luvvies in the kitchen, full of virtue and compassion, you hear that righteous whine

A bunch a freaking eejits swivelling on their digits, dumber than the average bear

OMFG the state of me, man, whatever happened to my hair

Whatever does you good

Lifts your skirt

Gets you done

Unbuttons your shirt

Wakes you up

Turns your head

Hits the spot

Well, now you're talkin'

Ring-tone Joe is gazing in the bowl, he's deep-arm fishing for his phone

Renee is full of guilt, she's had it up to the hilt, but it's far too soon to go home

The neighbours are screaming and banging on the wall, our music is not to their taste

This thing'll end badly if it ends at all, man, the place is getting laid to waste

Whatever does you good

Lifts your skirt

Gets you done

Unbuttons your shirt

Wakes you up

Turns your head

Hits the spot

Now you're talkin'