Sitting home on a Saturday night
I can't believe she called me
I've beening waitin' for my whole life
And now she's dead
Betty Sue is dead
Betty Sue
Sitting home on a Saturday night
I've got nothing better to do
Then to sit here and play with myself
Now that she's dead
Betty Sue is dead
Betty Sue
This song is about my girlfriend from 1953
She was the hottest girl in town
But nobody liked her, except for me
She was bisexual
Bisexual (no way)
Bisexual (hmm, wow)
There's no such thing as a bisexual in 1953
(Say that again) yeah, kicks ass
There's no such thing as a bisexual in 1953
She died yesterday (oh-oh)
In a car wreck (oh-oh)
Looking at her Playboy
And now she's dead
She died yesterday (oh-oh)
In a car wreck (oh-oh)
A large price to pay
To be a pervert
Betty Sue is dead
Betty Sue
To be a pervert!
Betty Sue is dead
Betty Sue is dead
Oh yeah, she's one dead girl
What a devotion
