Spoken Children, this is a song about the ugliest girl in the world She is our Fan Club President in Afghanistan An' she's kinda ugly, real ugly, now listen closely everybody An' you can see how beautiful ugliness is She's got big green eyes all over her face She's got a-long red ears all over the place She's got a big fat nose, and I don't know what to do with it, honey Those teeth hangin' down, they look like money Spoken You know, you can tell we love her can't you Let's have a little harmony from the other voices ... My baby ... so ugly, you can imagine, her mother didn't like her either Listen everybody, not everbody can have an ugly girl Any idiot can have a pretty girl Let's have some more pretty singin' gentlemen She's got a-thin legs an' they're, er, also, er, thighs They're a-walkin' baby all the night Her feet are large, they're extra size An' baby, er, they idolise but don't you know I want her so Oh, I still love that girl ... hit it Spoken She's about the ugliest girl, here she comes Listen to her stamp like a thousand elephants Like ten million jet planes whenever she talks She's my special, extra special Groovy jet-age supersonic monster baby-child Oh she's so nice We're leavin' you now We're gonna fade away We're gonna fade away ... Buy our next record, it's even groovier than this one, ha We're goin' to fade away Fade away ...