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Bobby Bare

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I was sittin' in Friday's

suckin' on a glass of wine

When in walked a chick

who almost struck me blind

She had wet blue eyes

and her legs

were long and fine

On a scale of one to ten

I'd give her a nine

Now on my scale

there ain't no ten's

you know

Nine is about

as far as

any chick can go

So I flashed her a smile

but she didn't even

look at me

So for brains

and good judgement

I'd give her a three

I said

Hey sweet thing

you look like a possible eight

You and me

could make eighteen

if your head's on straight

Well she looked

up and down

my perfect frame

And she said these words

that burned in my perfect brain

She said

Well another one of

those machomatician men

The kind to grade

all women on a scale

of one to ten

And you gave me an eight

well that's a generous thing to do

Now let's just see

just how much I give you

She said

You comin' on to me

with that corny

numbers jive

And your style

makes me smile

I give it a five

When you walked up

I noticed

that suit you wore

It's last year's

double knit frayed cuffs

give that a four

And that must be your car

parked out on the curb

That sixty nine homemade

convertible a three and a third

Now as for that build

I guess you're less than five

Except for your pot belly

I'd give that a ten for size

Now that wine

you're pourin'

might be fine to you

But I'm used to fine

Champagne

I give it a two

And it's hard to tell

what your flashin' smile is worth

I give it a six

you could use

a little dental work

But it's your struttin'

rooster act

that really makes me laugh

It may be a ten

to these country hens

but to me

just three and a half

And there really ain't much

to add once

the subtractin's done

And since there ain't no zeroes

I give you a one

Well she walked out

while up and down the line

The whole bar

was laughin' said

Hey Bare

what happened to your nine

Nine says

Ah hell soon as

she started talkin'

I knew

Sure didn't have any class

I barely gave her a two

Yeah no matter how good

they look at first

There's flaws

in all of them

That's why

on a scale of ten

to one friend

There ain't no tens

Composer
Shel Silverstein
Publisher
Evil Eye Music Inc, Wixen Music Publishing Inc