Some are 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 that righteous whine
A bunch a 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'

Ring-tone Joe is 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 neighbours are screaming and 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'