Lyrics:

Some are in the garden with a bottle of Chardonnay**lf**Pinkies up in the air**lf**We steppin'' over the gruesome twosome**lf**Still making out on the stairs**lf**Well, there''s a whole load of bodies kinda hard to tell**lf**Could be a menage-a-many from hell**lf**And I don''t know who''s doing what to whom**lf**But surely they are doing it well**lf**Whatever does you good**lf**Lifts your skirt**lf**Gets you done**lf**Unbuttons your shirt**lf**Wakes you up**lf**Turns your head**lf**Hits the spot**lf**That guy from the dealership, he can''t be still**lf**He''s bouncing up and down all the time**lf**Luvvies In the kitchen, full of virtue and compassion**lf**And you hear that righteous whine**lf**A bunch a freaking eejits swiveling on their digits**lf**Dumber than the average bear**lf**OMFG the state of me**lf**Man, whatever happened to my hair?**lf**Whatever does you good**lf**Lifts your skirt**lf**Gets you done**lf**Unbuttons your shirt**lf**Wakes you up**lf**Turns your head**lf**Hits the spot**lf**Now you''re talkin''**lf**Ringtone Joe is gazing in the bowl**lf**He''s deep-arm fishing for his phone**lf**Renee is full of guilt, she''s had it up to the hilt**lf**But it''s far too soon to go home**lf**The neighbors are screaming, banging on the wall**lf**Our music is not to their taste**lf**This thing''ll end badly if it ends at all**lf**Man, the place is getting laid to waste**lf**Whatever does you good**lf**Lifts your skirt**lf**Gets you done**lf**Unbuttons your shirt**lf**Wakes you up**lf**Turns your head**lf**Hits the spot**lf**Wow, now you''re talkin''