[Tex]
Sneering at a leering lady
As she stares and squirms
At Wanda with her saintly smile
And living wig of worms
I like to watch their faces fall
As we disgust and shame them
Seeking suckers is my game--
No longer lion taming

Like a pink and pregnant pumpkin
Perched upon her neck
Wanda Wadkins' head was hurting
It was bitten by insects
I watched the awkward way she waddled
Walking to the pail
She always used to wash her worms
And clean beneath her nails
I love the soul I see inside her
But I just can't love her
Folding fat that rolls around
Like bowling balls in butter?!

[Chorus]
Wanda
Wanda
Wanda
Wanda

[Wanda]
Watch me, watch me, watch me, won't you
Watch me for a while?
Watch me pick my worms up
And put 'em in a pile
Watch me sit upon 'em
With my Mona Lisa smile

Watch me, watch me...
Watch me, watch me...
Watch me, won't you?
Watch me, won't you?
Won't you?
Won't you?
Won't you?
Watch me, watch me...
Watch me, watch me...
Watch me, watch me...

[Tex]
Why, Wanda why
Do I always watch you cry?