She's got nice eyes

They go with her bra (Okay...)

And with that strap across her thighs (I guess)

But wouldn't it itch sitting on straw? (She's in a barn)

That seems a little unwise (So what?)

Walter, I don't want a girl who isn't smart

Trevor, you realize

It's not about hay

Or if her bra goes with her eyes (I was kidding)

Stop being polite (I'm not being polite), she's not here to stay (She's not even naked)

Just while you fantasize

So turn the page

Turn the page

To what you wanna see

Till it feels like thunder

If her outfit makes you wonder

Just turn the page

Turn the page

Into your fantasy

'Cause you gotta see

What's under

It's all about what's under, underneath

Oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa, whoa-oh-oh

Oh, whoa-oh-oh

Like inner beauty, you mean?

Not at all, no

Stop goofing off

Open the prize

In the pages of this magazine

Forget the bras and turn your eyes

Into an x-ray machine

And turn the page (Turn)

Turn the page (Turn the page)

Till it's not rated PG

Let it blow your mind like thunder

Like you found the next world wonder, yeah (Ah)

Yeah, turn the page (Turn)

Turn the page (Turn the page)

Into your fantasy

'Cause you gotta see what's under (What's under?)

Oh,it's all about what's under, underneath

Oh, whoa-oh-oh

Oh, whoa-oh-oh

Oh, whoa-oh-oh

Bow chick-a bow

Whoa! The last two pages have underwear for guys

It's pretty disgusting

Yuck...

All you gotta do is

Turn, turn, turn, turn

Turn, turn, turn

Turn the page

Turn the page

Until it's Mrs. Kerroh

Whoa

Saying it was all a blunder

'Cause my audition stunned her

And I bet that's what she's wearing underneath

Oh, whoa-oh-oh

Oh, whoa-oh-oh

Oh, whoa-oh-oh

(Bow chick-a bow, wow)

Oh, whoa-oh-oh

Oh, whoa-oh-oh

Oh, whoa-oh-oh, it's all about what's under

It's all about what's under, underneath