You make me so fudly
You’re hotter than Dudley
Or so you believe.
Now don’t keep it draggin’
‘Cause I want a shaggin’
And believe me babe,
Your man boobs ain’t saggin’
Your grammar is poor
And you’re kind of a whore
But you stole our hearts
When you wrote on our door.
Studley oh Studley
Your dancing is cuddly
But now you are gone
And champagne is bubbly