Lyrics:

Some are in the garden with a bottle of ChardonnayPinkies up in the airWe steppin'' over the gruesome twosomeStill making out on the stairsWell, there''s a whole load of bodies kinda hard to tellCould be a menage-a-many from hellAnd I don''t know who''s doing what to whomBut surely they are doing it wellWhatever does you goodLifts your skirtGets you doneUnbuttons your shirtWakes you upTurns your headHits the spotThat guy from the dealership, he can''t be stillHe''s bouncing up and down all the timeLuvvies In the kitchen, full of virtue and compassionAnd you hear that righteous whineA bunch a freaking eejits swiveling on their digitsDumber than the average bearOMFG the state of meMan, whatever happened to my hair?Whatever does you goodLifts your skirtGets you doneUnbuttons your shirtWakes you upTurns your headHits the spotNow you''re talkin''Ringtone Joe is gazing in the bowlHe''s deep-arm fishing for his phoneRenee is full of guilt, she''s had it up to the hiltBut it''s far too soon to go homeThe neighbors are screaming, banging on the wallOur music is not to their tasteThis thing''ll end badly if it ends at allMan, the place is getting laid to wasteWhatever does you goodLifts your skirtGets you doneUnbuttons your shirtWakes you upTurns your headHits the spotWow, now you''re talkin''