Pam

Ginger, God has made you
Such a pretty girl
Forget what they said
It's a woman's world

I can make you a household name
On the tips of the tongues
On the walls of the heads
Of the boys in the bedrooms

Making up names
For the stains on the sheets
And dreamin' of you
In their pants while they sleep

New hair, fresh tan makes you look fine
From the gym, to the beach
To the racks of the checkout line
To the racks of the checkout line

And she thought to herself
"Does he think I'm that dumb
In the same situation
What would Pam have done?"

Would she play along
Just to butter up the plot?
Would she let him take her home?
Would she whip off her top?

Would she let him get hard?
Take him halfway to bed?
Would she chop off his dick?
Or put a bullet in his head?

Would she sharpen up the bobby pins
And booby trap her hair?
Would she pound him?
Would she drown him?
Would she sneer?
Would she swear?

Motherfucker
Motherfucker
Motherfucker

Ginger, God has sent me
Oh, to bump you up
From the street to the presidential sweet
With a little bit of luck

We can make you the very first name
On the list of the honeys
Whom the very big stars
Chose to spend all their money

On the 20 million bean brat
Askin', "Who the hell is that?"
Bring her over let me show her
How I make 'em scream

Baby you're so good to me
And you're so much bigger
And better than you have to be
And better than you have to be

And she thought to herself
"Does he think I'm that dumb
In the same situation
What would Pam have done?"

Would she play along
Just to butter up the plot?
Would she let him take her home?
Would she whip off her top?

Would she let him get hard?
Take him halfway to bed?
Would she chop off his dick?
Or put a bullet in his head?

Would she sharpen up the bobby pins
And booby trap her hair?
Would she pound him?
Would she drown him?
Would she sneer?
Would she swear?

Motherfucker
Motherfucker
Motherfucker

Ginger, life's too short
To wait around
Forget what the other agents said
They'll only let you down

I can promise in a year from now
You'll be down with the tabloids
Turnin' away the old men
Hangin' with the brat boys

Hob-knobbing
With a late show guest
Gettin' paid big money
Just to show your breast

For a minute in a movie
Underneath low lighting
Along with a cheap cast
And piss poor writing

For right now
Let's you and I get naked
I can see you got a body
And I wanna see you shake it

And she thought to herself
"Does he think I'm that dumb
In the same situation
What would Pam have done?"