Yesterday I saw a chick buying corn pads at Woolworth's who was so hot, I wrote a song about her.  Wanna hear it?  Here it go.

Hot chick, hot chick, your thighs are so damn sweet
It don't even matter you got fucked-up feet
Hot chick, hot chick, with pockets out the bottom of your jean shorts
Please don't get mad when I make you wear socks to bed

Speaking of hot, I can smell the bushfires in Victoria.