Music

I've got me a dream girl
Peaches and cream girl
The kind you see on the cover of
A shiny magazine

I met a pretty model
And took her home one night
I couldn't wait to kiss her
She seemed to be Miss Right
But she removed her lashes
And then her golden hair
And when she stood there ticking
She gave me quite a scare

But she was a dream girl etc

I took her and shook her
I wasn't being rude
But I was really bothered
When both her arms unscrewed
So then I grew suspicious
I tore off both her tits
And found that I was holding
Two lovely counterfeits

I was losing my dream girl etc

Beneath her chest of plastic
A nest of wires lurked
I studied her transistor
And saw the way she worked
I put her back together
She sure was full of life
And if you're ever out our way
Come by and meet the wife