The Gigolo has gone to France.
The Gigolo has gone to France.
The ugly chicks and jokes that are obscene.
Got to keep Rob Schneider off the screen.

The Gigolo's in Italy.
The Gigolo's in Italy.
The level of taste drops right through the bloody floor.
And everyday, the writer spew out more.

And if damn critics said, "Funny, start to end."
And it made all of their top ten lists.
And if they said, "Schneider's the next Charlie Chaplin."
I'll see them in the hottest part of hell.

The producers, out of their heads.
The producers, off with their heads.
They shoot the film, know it's a smash.
They realize now they're insane.

It gets released. It's soon on DVD.
They're someone in the crowd, but it's not me.

And if the crowd yelled, "Best film of the year."
Of this, I simply would not here.
And if that happened, soon the theaters would show:
Deuce Bigalow: Galactic Gigolo.