We wanna see Britney Spears in her panties, and Paris Hilton in her pants,
and fantasies abound if Paparazzi provides the chance.

With a "nothing better to do day", our boring life progresses at a crawl,
we ignore Iraq & Global Warming for some cleavage from y’all.

We put you on a golden pedestal and then we chop it down,
laugh as you take your clothes off and parade through Tinseltown.

We wanna see Britney Spears in her panties with Paris Hilton in her pants,
And we would pay good money if given such a chance.

The daylight is so tragic for these sad & lonely girls
But when the night rolls in they really rock our worlds.

So blonde and white and creamy, nearly everyone’s desire,
Iraq and Global Warming could never have such a fire!

Will the news stations ever provide anything that’s remotely real?
Not as long as we keep paying for the hope to cop a feel,

From our Britney and our Paris and that‘s my friend‘s
The deal.

Bellow