Hey Mrs.

Hey, Mrs. Grey, are you awake yet?

You beauty sleep is just a dream

Those lines on your face, they tell your story

So now it's time for laser-beam

I look at you a thousand miles above the ground

You're not coming down, ah, what a view

You drift about, you're spinning round

Hey, Mr. Blue, you feeling randy?

Do you still flirt with her next door?

Wearing that dress, nick from your mother

It doesn't fit you anymore

Hey, Mrs. Green, whose that you're out with?

He's twenty five, but not your son

Show him your bits, it's what you're there for

This woman's weak

It keeps you young