(instrumental opening)

There’s talk on the street, it sounds so familiar.
Great expectations, everybody’s watchin’ you.
Jennifer Garner, she walks with the Gatsby look.
How you like them apples? Like 1922.

Jenny come lately:
You blew it with gown.
Everybody hates it
and you let them down.

Can’t believe my eyes, looking at Anne Hathaway.
Front of your dress looks like the EPCOT globe.
But after a while, you look Kelly Ripa’s way.
Dress of tangerine? Worse than bathrobe.

Adele? No, it’s Delpy!
You blew it with gown.
Sleeves with the webbing.
I once loved her, she now makes me frown!

There’s so many things I should have told her:
“Ms. Liza-With-Z, you should’ve worn holder.”
Not bolder.
Blue with bare shoulder?
Ew!

There’s talk on the street, it’s there to remind you.
Shorts and no socks, Pharrell, it’s just wrong!
You’re walking away, and they’re talking behind you.
They will never forget it ‘til something that’s worse comes along!

Hey, Anna Kendrick:
You blew it with gown!
Everybody hates it!
(Don’t they?)
Don’t look at her:
You can’t keep lunch down!
Oh my my my…
Yeah, she blew it with gown!

Just another, blew it with gown!

Ooh-wooh…
Everybody’s talkin’ how she blew it with gown.
Ooh-wooh…
Everybody’s squawkin’ how she blew it with gown.

Girl, you blew it with gown.
(I don’t wanna wear it!)
Girl, you blew it with gown.
(I don’t wanna wear it!)
Girl, you blew it with gown.
(Whoo… )
Girl, you blew it with gown.
(fadeout)