Lyrics:

Sittin' home on a Saturday night

I can't believe she called me

I've beening waitin' for my whole life

and now she's dead



Betty Sue..is dead!

Betty Sue...



Sittin' home on a Saturday night

I've got nothin' better to do

then to sit here and play with myself

now that she's dead



Betty Sue...is dead!

Betty Sue...



[speaking]

This song is about my girlfriend from 1953.

She was the hottest girl in town. But nobody liked

her except for me.



She was bi-sexual...bi-sexual (no way) bi-sexual (heh wow)

there's no such thing as a bi-sexual in 1953!

(say that again)

there's no such thing as a bi-sexual in 1953!



She died yesterday (oh..oh) in a car wreck (oh..oh)

looking at her playboy..and now she's dead!



She died yesterday (oh..oh) in a car wreck (oh..oh)

a large price to pay to be a pervert



Betty Sue...is dead!

Betty Sue...



...to be a pervert!



Betty Sue...is dead!

Betty Sue is dead.



oh yeah she's one dead girl!