She wears mascara under her eyes  And cottage cheese resembles her thighs  Sloppy bombs all over the place  Just ask her name - you'll get to third base  (they call her)  Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy - Sloppy Marilyn  She's living her life and it's full of sin  She wants to bag a guy but she can't choose one  She likes her hot dog right between her buns  Spits out the window - her hair is a mess  Just a fresh coat of lipstick and she'll look her best  C'mon C'mon... you know you all do it too  Makes love in the alley and does her whole office too  Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy - Sloppy Marilyn  There ain't a man alive who has not gone in  She's living her life like it's a fantasy  It's time to wake up and face reality  (spoken) Oh come on, Marilyn... why don't you get sloppy with me,  baby?  You don't have to wine and dine  Just get a six-pack and some pizza  She'll go down lost in emotion  Like that song from Lisa Lisa  She fell off a jeep - she snorted some coke  Can't charge cigarrettes - she's simply flat broke