You've got to fix those nasal brays, Joey.
You're so hard to listen too.
You've got to change, Joey.
You sound like your mouth's all full of poo,
Because you're running.
Don't want to sound like a clown,
It's in your speaking,
Your whining makes a terrible sound.
You need more brawn.
Lord knows you've got to change, Joey, Joey.

Why do you moan, Joey?
Practice your bark and then talk more bold,
You're sissy sound, Joey,
You're screechin' on like a cockatoo,
Better acquire,
Sedating and cooling sound,
Not like some bimbo,
All dressed up in ev-ening gown.
You need more brawn.
Lord knows you've got to change.

(Whining violin insrumental Interlude)

Why do you moan, Joey?
Practice your bark and then talk more bold,
You're sissy sound, Joey,
You're screechin' on like a cockatoo,
Better acquire,
Sedating and cooling sound,
Not like some bimbo,
All dressed up in ev-ening gown.
You need more brawn.
Lord knows you've got to change...

(Fading)
Joey...
You're screechin' on like a cockatoo...
(Fade out)