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 thе time
Luvvies in the kitchеn
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'