I've been thinking all night about this song
    The music's okay but I can't find words to say
    
    I could sing that I'm a Virgin and show my tits
    Decree how sex improves the world
    In which masturbation is the thing of the day
    'I'm afraid I haven't got that much to say'
    
    I thought about 'Hello, fool, I love you'
    Or repeat a hundred times 'How do you do'
    I Wanna Dance with Somebody, hey, I like that sound
    But there ain't nobody Humpin' Around
    
    I wanna meet the man who wrote these lyrics (he must be great)
    I wanna meet the man who wrote these songs
    I wanna meet the man
    I wanna meet the man
    
    And while I sing these words to you
    There's a Rat in my Kitchen, don't know what I'll do
    Forget about the rat and sing along
    Cause we feel so strong and we can't go wrong
    We walk hand in hand to the promised land
    
    I think I met the man who wrote these lyrics
    I guess I have ignored the things he said
    I think that I have noticed how expensive perfume
    Never covers up a smelly breath
    
    I wanna meet the man
    I wanna meet the man
    I wanna meet the man
    I wanna meet the man
    I wanna meet the man
    I wanna meet the man
    I wanna meet the man
    I wanna meet the man
    I wanna meet the man