[Verse]
Lead it outside in the sun
When I called, it would not come
Paint its face up nicely
Tie its hair up in a curl
Paint its lipstick bright red
Wipe the drool up gently

[Chorus]
Not like all the others
Just one of life's winners
Made of something better

[Verse 2]
So throw the ball up into space
Hold the phone up to its face
Lead it outside in the rain
Then tie it up and pat its head
Never speak of it again