The summer sun [bad word] to stay
Bikinis, tans, outrageous legs
They're all retarded and they all look the same
And Barbie's body is melting down
On her face, a big fat frown

Cause Mr. Cellulite just moved into town
Well me and B, we hate supermodels
It's not that we know anyone personally
It's just that I'm tired of [bad word] The boys, [bad word] here

With expectations for the summer
And I refuse to take any part of this barbaric ritual
Cause God has given me a mind
That I will use from time to time,
And I got more on my head than 

What's made by Paul Mitchell
Well me and B, we hate supermodels
It's not that we know anyone personally
It's just that I'm tired of [bad word] 
It's just that I'm tired of [bad word] Was it worth the tears you cried to fit the size?
Think it over once or twice
What lasts the longest in this life

Character or rock hard thighs?
In the end do you believe
That beauty lies in what you see?
Cause if you do, then, baby,

You've been deceived
Well me and B, we hate supermodels
It's not that we know anyone personally
It's just that I'm tired of [bad word] 
Supermodels
Supermodels
Supermodels

It's not that we know anyone personally
Supermodels