Gonna treat you like The princess that you are There's no accounting for taste There's no gas in my car Maybe i've lost my sense of fashion But i've gained my sense of smell Maybe the anger's dissipating I wish everybody well Even the people down in hell Everybody deserves an A in this country I need a place to stay When I come back into town Let's have a slumber party I need a girl friend now Maybe your clothes are in my dryer And your car parked on my street Maybe your head is filled with reasons Why your body must retreat Yeah you never miss a beat Everybody deserves an A in this country