Would you stand up for this kind of beauty?   Cause this kind of beauty won't stand up for you.      It won't lift a finger   for some lazy dreamer.   Here it comes the average dirty word,   pardon my French      But I'm sitting on an park bench,   watching yearning cats   milk-fed little brats.      And they say:   Love won't pick   the slanted or the slick   or the lovesick,   and I'm lovesick.      So I say   F-word, f-word   pardon my French   but it's bs, bs   can't you feel the stench?      F-word, f-word   pardon my French   but it's bs, bs.      Summer evening,   cats are screaming   for love.      Is summer evening,   the cats screaming   for love.      So I say   F-word, f-word   pardon my French   but it's bs, bs   can't you feel the stench?      F-word, f-word   pardon my French   but it's bs, bs   can't you feel the stench?      F-word, f-word   pardon my French   but it's bs, bs   can't you feel the stench?      F-word, f-word   pardon my French   but it's bs, bs   can't you feel the stench?      F-word, f-word   pardon my French   but it's bs, bs   can't you feel the stench?      F-word, f-word   pardon my French   but it's bs, bs.