This is a story about a girl that's gross...

Early morning, she wakes up
Yawn, yawn, yawn and a stretch
But her breath smells, she's got B.O.
Her pets and her flowers drop dead
They go...
"Isn't she ugly, that disgusting girl?"
And they say...

She's disgusting, and she smells
Bet she never bathes, or it's been awhile, we're thinking
If there's something, missing in her life...
It's soap, toothpaste, and some baby-wipes

She's got no image, got no dreams
And her life's worth a pile of dog poo
She lifts her arms and people barf
And birds fall right out of the sky
They go...
"What did we do to deserve this treatment?"
And they say...

She's disgusting, and she smells
Never chews her food, but instead, inhales, it's grodie
If there's something, missing in her life
It's roll-on, or stick deo-dorant.

"She's smelly, better watch out...she's here!"
"I'm Roger Johnson for BBC News standing outside waiting for a disgusting girl!"
"Oh my god! Here she comes!"

Isn't she smelly, this disgusting girl?
She is so gro-die, but why is she gross?
That special something drains out peoples' lives
And B.O. is that thing on which she thrives.

She's disgusting, and she smells
Bet she never bathes, or it's been awhile, we're thinking
If there's something, missing in her life...
It's soap, toothpaste, and some baby-wipes