Sugar Hut (Tune to Copa Cobanna)

(Verse One)
Her name was Jodie
She was a low girl
With knotted extentions in her hair
And no underwear way down there (she's so tiny!)
She loved her Lashes
And loathed her Dave Boil
And while she thought herself a star
Her poor lungs were black with tar
(Trying to) make her website visitors pay
Any man who didn't fancy her was gay
Every night she'd gather up her hanger-ons
And they'd dance a-way...

(Chorus One)
At the Sugar Hut
Sugar Hut in Brentwood
Dragging it's reputation through the mud!
At the Sugar Hut
Sugar Hut in Brentwood
A Town Called Malice plays
While a good night out is slayed
At the Sugar... she steals her men!

(Verse Two)
Her name was Jodie
She was a glamour model
But that was many years ago
When she wasn't a bitter old ho
Now she's all washed up
Banned from her Sugar Hut
Now appearing at charity stores
One job away from working as a ho-ore (won't be long!)
Having to give her clothes away
Cause nobody would buy them anyday
And all her haters want to know is...
Will she blog to-day? (or this month these days!)

(Chorus Two)
At the Sugar Hut
Sugar Hut in Brentwood
Now hosting the tack-fest of deadwood (wedding)
At the Sugar Hut
Sugar Hut in Brentwood
A Town Called Malice plays
A restraining order Jodie must obay
At the Sugar... 'twas Jodie free!