Wednesday, December 09, 2015

2 Hot 4 U by Barry and the Book Binders

"Get a load of that chick!"
"Dude -- you gotta ask her out."
"Weellll, I dunno..."
"Look. The worst she can say, is 'No'!"
"Hey! You're right!"
"I'm always right!"
"The worst she can say... is 'No'!"

"Idunnoifyou'vebeennoticingmebutI'vebeennoticingyouandIwaswonderingif
you'd like to go out with me!"

Oh my God, you little geek!
Get away before I freak! You ugly, stupid, zitfaced scum,
I'm a babe and you are not. You asked me out; you MUST be dumb.
You can't handle what I've got! Well you can beg until you're blue,
I'm too hot, too hot for you.. But you're not even fit to lick my shoe.
I'm too hot, too hot for you.

Ha ha ha! Don't make me laugh!
I want a whole man, not a half. I've got a bitchin' bod and a killer face,
You wet your pants, I'm so sure. I'm God's gift to the male race.
Too bad wimp-itis has no cure. I'm the queen of babes supreme,
I'm too hot, too hot for you. But you'll only see me in your dreams.
I'm too hot, too hot for you.


"Well? What'd she say??"
"Well, she didn't say no..."


I AM SURE BERV IS TOO LAZY TO CLICK ON THE LINK AND THEN CLICK ON THE SONG, SO I INCLUE IT HERE FOR PRIMARY REPLYER DAN



3 comments:

Dan Tschirhart said...

Chris, you taught me this song in high school, when we were going to those pathetic dances in our sophomore year.

We were trying to work up the courage to ask one of the 'tatoes' to dance, when you dropped this little dittie on me and we both laughed and I'm pretty sure we never asked one girl to dance that evening, but you taught me a song that still resonates to this very day.

Oh the joys of being single and the cold shoulders of rejection.

Aaron Vattano said...

This song was written by dweebs for other pathetic dweebs. I'm sure it made the dude feel just slightly emowered when he wrote it but I assure you the chick he wrote it for never even thought twice about him. It's the way of things.

Pirate Aggro said...

Yes. Yes dan I remember it well. I remember lying on the floor of the gym and looking up at the swirling dance lights as if it were the universe. And I am sure we were wall flowers only. Ah good memories though.