She was more like a Gothic chick from a horror flick
She was my type so I ditched my wife while she ditched her man
As we pranced on the beach all around
I knew I was her man as we pranced on the beach all around.

I knew then she was Angeline from the A list scene
Then pap'razzi turned all eyes that beamed while taking a shot
As we pranced on the beach all around.

Instinct always tells me you gotta have your way
You won't make it if you wed TV stars
And if your life is boring you won't amount to beans
So get yourself a mate with a pedegree first rate.

Angeline - got no talent
She's just a broad who thinks that she is a queen
And that she's God's gift to men
She's a baby machine, she's got buns in her oven.

So ever since that fateful day
All eyes were turned our way
No one can stand when we're in demand
Our fans and friends
'Cause we pranced on the beach all around
So the moral of this is; life's a bowl of cherries with the Pitts - with the Pitts!

She had my babies, not one but three
Yes, they looked like me
Surrounded by a bunch more babies crying
Although they wern't mine
Go on, prance on the beach all around, Angie.

People always saying, "Looks like they have it all"
But I say this in the strictest confidence
I'm overwhelmed by children
And the smell of poopy pants
I don't think I can cope
I need a ton of soap.

Angeline - got no talent
She's just a broad who is a baby machine
She thinks she is a queen
Angeline - just has babies
Not just one, but one two and three
But is the father me?
Angeline - collects orphans
She's just a broad who thinks she is a queen
Is she a movie queen?