Nobody's Perfect Lyrics

Abraham Lincoln, we get it, you're tall
You don't need that hat, too
Or maybe you do

Mother Teresa, two words: B.O.
She was nice, I'll give her that
But she didn't smell like a rose
She did a lot of good in the world
But guess who smelled like poo

Nobody's perfect
No one at all
Nobody's perfect
There's always a fault
Don't go thinking you're any better
There's always something wrong

George Washington Carver changed the world with his nuts
He sat on a few and invented peanut butter with his butt
B.F.D.

Who cares about the peanut?
Peanut's like the penny of snack foods
And well, well, well
Look who's on the penny
I'm surprised they're tall enough
You know who

Ghandi, do you ever wash that white sheet you wear
Do you have a last name, or is it just like Cher
You hunger-striked for peace
When the truth was you hated your thighs
Enough with the lies
And it's time to wash that sheet

Nobody's perfect
No one at all
Nobody's perfect
There's always a fault
Don't go thinking you're any better
There's always something wrong

I'm not perfect
I'm way too pretty first of all
I eat and eat like a pig and cannot gain a pound
The doctor's worried about that, by the way
My I.Q. is like four million
Which is . . . It can be a burden, actually
You wouldn't understand

I like to think of myself as very Jesus-y
I can say that because I don't think he was the Savior, or anything
It's just, I'm into peace
Plus, I wear sandals
You know, he wore sandals
So there's that

But mostly
We have the same hair