She's down. I think I just saw what
she had for breakfast as she rolled on the ground.
No, looks more like champagne
No, looks more like soft porn I'm
thinking if that fella plays his cards
you might see the crack of dawn
Then they give her the slip
And I'm not saying I don't like a drink
And the lack of underwear
Oh, the singer sees it all,
the singer sees it all, the singer sees it all
The bull is taking time out of the pasture with a new cow in his life,
ooh and it's not pretty, I see where he's got his hand
He's lucky that her lady purse just
covers his golden wedding band
The guy looks like a mile of unpaved road
And you're his pothole on the side
Mama, I think you two need a room
his pants and you're invited
To the needs of senior citizens like you
But stuff gets out of hand now if you let it
And you're all naughty, naughty fish
And I read every dirty little secret,
every zip, bust, and wish
I see it all and keep my big mouth shut,
The singer sees it all, the singer sees it all,