Down's Syndrome Girl Songtext
von Family Guy
Down's Syndrome Girl Songtext
You′ve got to look your best tonight
You tubby little parasite
'Cause there′s a lovely lady and she's waiting for you
And though her pretty face may seem
A special person's wettest dream
Before you get to see it there are things you must do
We′ll try a tie and boutonniere of yellow
Or a rose that shows that you′re a classy fellow
With the posh panache of Jefferson at Monticello
Busting out a mile with style
I know you just can't wait to stare
At all that luscious orange hair
But, boy, before you touch a single curl
You must impress that ultra boomin′, all consumin'
Poorly groomin′ down's syndrome girl
On any normal day you reek
As if you′re on a farting streak
Your finger's up your nose and you are dripping with drool
But if you want a lady's love
You′re better off by smelling of
A gentleman′s cologne instead of sneakers and stool
A squirt, a spurt
Of somethin' just for Ellen
And you′ll see that she will find you so compelling
And she does because
The only smell that she'll be smelling
Won′t be coming from your bum
You wanna take that little whore
And spin her on the dancing floor
But boy, before you do a single twirl
You must impress that effervescing
Self-possessing, no BS-ing
Down's syndrome girl
Her eyes are emerald portals
To a secret land of love
And they seem to say we′ll open just for Chris
They shine like sunny weather
And they're close enough together
That if they should so desire
To create a little fire
They could reach across her nose
And give each other a kiss
My boy, between the two of us
We'll get you on that shorty bus
And then you′re gonna take it for a whirl
Now go impress that super-thrilling
Wish-fulfilling, yoohoo-spilling
Ultra-swinging, boner-bringing
Gaily singing, dingalinging
Stupefying, fortifying
As of Monday, shoelace tying
Stimulating, titillating
Kitty cat impersonating
Mega-rocking, pillow-talking
Just a little crooked walking
Coyly pouting, booby-sprouting
For some reason always shouting
Fascinating, captivating
Happiness and joy creating
Down′s Syndrome girl
You tubby little parasite
'Cause there′s a lovely lady and she's waiting for you
And though her pretty face may seem
A special person's wettest dream
Before you get to see it there are things you must do
We′ll try a tie and boutonniere of yellow
Or a rose that shows that you′re a classy fellow
With the posh panache of Jefferson at Monticello
Busting out a mile with style
I know you just can't wait to stare
At all that luscious orange hair
But, boy, before you touch a single curl
You must impress that ultra boomin′, all consumin'
Poorly groomin′ down's syndrome girl
On any normal day you reek
As if you′re on a farting streak
Your finger's up your nose and you are dripping with drool
But if you want a lady's love
You′re better off by smelling of
A gentleman′s cologne instead of sneakers and stool
A squirt, a spurt
Of somethin' just for Ellen
And you′ll see that she will find you so compelling
And she does because
The only smell that she'll be smelling
Won′t be coming from your bum
You wanna take that little whore
And spin her on the dancing floor
But boy, before you do a single twirl
You must impress that effervescing
Self-possessing, no BS-ing
Down's syndrome girl
Her eyes are emerald portals
To a secret land of love
And they seem to say we′ll open just for Chris
They shine like sunny weather
And they're close enough together
That if they should so desire
To create a little fire
They could reach across her nose
And give each other a kiss
My boy, between the two of us
We'll get you on that shorty bus
And then you′re gonna take it for a whirl
Now go impress that super-thrilling
Wish-fulfilling, yoohoo-spilling
Ultra-swinging, boner-bringing
Gaily singing, dingalinging
Stupefying, fortifying
As of Monday, shoelace tying
Stimulating, titillating
Kitty cat impersonating
Mega-rocking, pillow-talking
Just a little crooked walking
Coyly pouting, booby-sprouting
For some reason always shouting
Fascinating, captivating
Happiness and joy creating
Down′s Syndrome girl
Writer(s): Seth Macfarlane, Walter Murphy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
