The summer sun has come to stay
Bikinis, tans, outrageous legs
They're all retarded
And they all look the same

And Barbie's body's melting down
On her face a big fat frown
Because 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 being compared

The boys they come here
With expectations for the summer
And I refuse to take any part
Of this barbaric ritual

Because God has given me a mind
That I will use from time to time
And I got more on my head that
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 being compared

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

And in the end, do you believe that?
Beauty lies in what you see
Because 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 being compared