Everybody needs my creations, everybody needs my clothes
A beautiful melody, my face between your toes
Even if it is doomsday, you won't have to dismay
When the world is falling apart,
You just go buy my clothes at Wal*Mart
If you don't, well then, You'll Look Like Poo
When the waves are flooding your house
Well, who cares? As long as you're wearing my blouse.
Or else, you know, You'll Look Like Poo.
Fashion is my salvation
I always look cute
That's why people watch me sing
with the sound on mute
When you are dodging debris
Just turn on my new CD.
When the bombs are exploding like that
Just put on my leopard print fedora hat
Or else, you know, You'll Look Like Poo
When the wind is taking control
Find an Ice cream stand and grab onto that pole
Work it girl, or else, You'll Look Like Poo
Then there's my Hannah Montana brand.
Fabric chairs, underwear, chapstick rings, barbie swings, pink lip gloss, dental floss, orange juice, shaving mousse, eye glitter, cat litter, gold watches, laxatives, bedding sheets, candy treats, deli meats.