She's got the biggest tits   He's got the longest dick   And I get to read about it every week      You hear the sucking sound?   It's culture going down   Seaward with the C-word   Submerged in shit with dreams to drown      Baby don't you wanna throw it up now?   Just aim for the bowl and I'll hold back your gown      This is my favorite ad I got on pay-per-view   The vacant bitch in the convertible reminds me of you   I'll watch my fucking mouth the day it gets a date   With Ashlee Simpson or the girls in ads from Tresemme      Is it the taste of vomit or the cocaine?   All the flashing lights or trashy magazines?   One thousand sunken eyes?   The way she shows her thighs?   The million fucking dollars, the jet skis or the guys?      How bout those fucking aspirations?   Aiming for the vacuous end   I wanna need that respiration   I wanna get some press for it      Press it on, press it down   It's already up in my face now   I wanna see my name in lights   And throw up in my purse and die