The eyes in her head are angled in a way
She can look down her nose at people like me
She’s got a superglue fixed smile
It looks like a reptile looking the other way
She’s married to Mr Powerbrain, She’s Mrs Goodmum
I wish I didn’t have to see her everyday…

Because all I want to do is yell “Ya boo sucks!”
And wave my Willy in the air!
And all my intelligent sensible friends say
“It’s you that’s got the problem, not her!”

Every time we meet she closes her ears
In case I’ve got something sensible to say
As if I’m a six foot intellectual midget
That’s unfortunately got in her way –
She’s Mrs Cleancut with a stupid haircut
I wish I didn’t have to see her everyday…

Because all I want to do is yell “Ya boo sucks!”
And wave my Willy in the air!
And all my intelligent sensible friends say
“It’s you that’s got the problem, not her!”

I’m not being childish or unreasonable, infantile
Its not me that’s in the wrong
But it makes me so angry
I could write a song!

The eyes in her head are angled in a way
She can look down her nose at people like me
She’s got a superglue fixed smile
It looks like a reptile looking the other way
She’s married to Mr Powerbrain, She’s Mrs Goodmum
I wish I didn’t have to see her everyday…

Because all I want to do is yell “Ya boo sucks!”
And wave my Willy in the air!
And all my intelligent sensible friends say
“It’s you that’s got the problem, not her!”

And all I want to do is yell “Ya boo sucks!”
And wave my Willy in the air!
And all my intelligent sensible friends say
“It’s you that’s got the problem, not her!”
“It’s you that’s got the problem, not her!”
“It’s you that’s got the problem, not her!”