(G. Thomas)
Pablo ain't got no savoir-faire
And his pants smell strange -
No he doesn't really care
Turn on the TV -
Pablo's there
And if you want some work done
Just watch him disappear
Pablo?  Pablo!
He'll slink into your living room,
Hide under a throw pillow
He'll match your upholstery
He'll steal your remote control
He'll steal your remote control
He'll steal your remote control!
Watch out!
He's one in a billion
Beware of the Couch Chameleon
(repeat)
Pablo sits there in his underwear
And his socks don't match
And he hasn't washed his hair
But you can walk in the room
And you won't notice him there
And when the girls sit down
Pablo grins from ear to ear