We thought you looked super cute
In your lover(?) jogging suit
You were trying to make your way
So you could be the best in state

But you know, we’re just crazy for you
You’re the only thing we want to do

Butwe know you’ve got a wife
And we’re sure she’s really nice
And we know you’ve got some kids
And we could be your kids

But are you into polygamy?
Cause we are like
Totally free
We could move to New York state
And we could go on lots of dates
And you could bring along Phoebe Cates
Please bring along Phoebe Cates!

Oh Matthew Modine
We want to be your blow job queens
Oh Matthew Modine
We think that you are peachy keen
Oh Matthew Modine

It’s hard
trying to get through medical school
But you did (why? why?) because you fucking rule!

Yes it is, a girl at the motor inn
Come on, come on, come on, come on
And live with us in sin

Well you’re a double veteran
And you’ve been on Letterman
At the Academy Awards
You have rudely been ignored

Well your middle name’s Avery
And you an Aries
And you just turned forty three
Save some birthday cake for me (me! me! me! me!)

You’re ass is like no other
It gets us hot and bothered
You’re movies make us scream and cry
We wish you were a single guy
Oh Matthew Modine

(crazy rounds of “we’re going mad with unrequited love” [?])

Oh Matthew Modine
You give us creamy jeans