Lyrics:

Some art 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 the righteous whine
A bunch of 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'
Ringtone Joe 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 neighbors are screaming, 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'