Think about what you've got and compare it to what I've got Now what do you think my girl wants, my girl wants? Think about what I've got and compare it to what you've got What do you think my girl wants, my girl wants? N.C What do you think my girl wants? x2 verse 1 Don't call her lazy cause she's crazy about the daytime TV Channel 3, look at me, I'm a real whale watcher They think I'm smart They think it's art but then I start with a crash I'm just a brash trash-talker I like some funky drums, but I hate some chunky drummers And I saw what your girl did last summer x2 verse 2 She said it looks like a binge She said it felt like a blast Woke up in the grass with the assless chaps Looks like a blast She said it felt like a binge Woke up with your friend in the Indian fringes verse 3 Bring on the bed-spins, bring on the Mini-Thins Bring on the bed-spins, bring on the Mini-Thins And she was bombed on the bass and the Bombay gin She stumbled in That's when she said, she says "it's great getting high" I want everybody who's been eyeing my girl to slowly close their eyes Said "it's great getting high" I want everybody who's been eyeing my girl to slowly close their eyes N.C And think about what you've got, compare it to what I've got, and ask yourself: What do you think my girl wants? x2