I was sitting in Friday's
Sucking on a glass of wine
When in walked a chick
Who almost struck me blind
Had wet blue eyes
And her legs were long and fine
On a scale of one to ten
I'd give her a nine
Now on my scale
There ain't no ten's, you know
Nine is about as far
As any chick can go
So I flashed her a smile
But she didn't even look at me
So for brains and good judgement
I'd give her a three
I said, "Hey sweet thing
You look like a possible eight
You and me could, make eighteen
If your head's on straight"
She looked up and down
My perfect frame
And said these words
That burned into my perfect brain
She said, well, another one
Of those macho-matician men
Kind who grade all women
On scales of one to ten
And, you give me an eight
Well, that's a generous thing to do
Now, let's just see
Just how much I give you
She said you coming on to me
With that phony numbers jive
Your style makes me smile
I give it a five
When you walked up
I noticed that suit of yours
It's last year's double-knit
Frayed-cuffs, give it a four
That must be your car
Parked out on the curb
That sixty-nine homemade convertible
A three and a third
Now, as for your build
I guess you're less than five
Except, for your pot belly
I'd give that a ten for size
That wine you're pouring
Might be fine to you
But I'm used to fine champagne
I give it a two
It's hard to tell
What your flashing smile is worth
I give it a six
You could use some dental work
But, it's your strutting rooster act
That really makes me laugh
It may be a ten to these country hens
But to me a three and a half
And there really ain't much to add
Once the subtracting's done
Since there ain't no zeroes
I give you a one
She walked out
While up and down the line
The whole bar was laughing
Said Bare, what happened to your nine
Nine says I, hell soon
As she started to talk I knew
She didn't have no class
I barely gave her a two
Yeah! No matter how good they look at first
There's flaws in all of them
That's why on a scale of ten to one, friend
There ain't no tens