Lyrics - Where Ladies Dare

Quite possibly the no. 1 crowd favorite here. I know it's my fave rendition out of all of them. I was darned proud of this one.

(To the tune of Where Eagles Dare)

We walk the streets at night
Let's go where ladies dare,
I'll pick up your big bar tab,
You pick up this big loser,
Through beer-goggled eyes and features,
You think I really care?

I am one fatass son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I am one fatass son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, babe

An omelet made of cheese
Sounds real good right now
It's not that I'm fat -
It's an overactive gland!

I am one fatass son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I am one fatass son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, baby

Let's test your threshold of pain
Let's see how long I last
That strange feeling from behind
Is my gut on your ass

Through beer-goggled eyes and features,
You think I really care?
Let's go where ladies dare
We'll go where ladies dare

I am one fatass son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I am one fatass son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I am one fatass son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I am one fatass son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, hey