Surrey Girls aint nothin but trouble,
Last night I slept with the Devil,
Surrey Girls aint nothin but trouble.
Took her out on a Monday night
She threw in a tape, and it was Great White
I said thats great, yeah I told a lie
And my inner child broke down and cried
Out for dinner on that fateful night
Wanted a beer but all we did was fight about
politics, womens lib and social strife
And everything about Larry King's first wife
So I got the chicken, it was finger lickin'
She got the ribs and they started stickin'
To the hairs on her face, all over the place
The only thing showin was the clearasil paste
Bridge: So I still drive a Yugo
and my lifes been a no go since that night with a
Chorus to fade
Submitted by OptimusPrime at Thu 14 Aug, 2003 8:31 pm