Poodle Pandemonium Video (MV)

In our quiet little town, where fun is rarely found
A girl in a poodle skirt turned everything around
With a playful smirk and a daring flash
She showed some leg, and the whole town gasped
She lifted up that skirt, oh my, what a flirt
Showed a little ankle, now the preacher's on alert
The whispers and the gasps, the whole town was aghast
Innocence was shattered, and decorum didn't last
Mrs. Johnson fainted, Reverend Brown was in a sweat
Little Missy's poodle skirt they couldn't forget
The mayor called a crisis, the gossip was obscene
They murmured that she shattered their wholesome routine
They called a town meeting, in the hall by the square
Discussed the wicked girl and her scandalous affair
The mayor took the stand, with a gavel in his hand
Declared this poodle skirt problem's gotten out of hand
Send her to a nunnery, shouted Mrs. Grace
Reverend Brown suggested a darker, sinful place
They argued and they bickered, all night long
In a town where sins are whispered, but judgment's strong
The mayor and his council, too busy with the fuss
Forgot about their duties, left the town in dust
Their minds were all a-spin, consumed by what she wore
But, despite their best intentions, they secretly wanted more
Now the crops are wilting dry, the cows ain't being fed
The poodle skirt's the focus while the town's gone unfed
But little did they know, in their fervor and their fight
Missy's lifted skirt brought some truths to light
While they raged and they roared over ankles and more
Their own secret sins came crashing through the door
They all made a pact to confess their wrongs
And liberate their secrets that were hidden all along
The banker let slip, his deviant affair
Swinging with the neighbors, in the mayor's leather chair
The librarian revealed that she moonlights at a club
In pasties and a g-string, gives euphoric rub and tugs
The butcher wore a smirk, made his declaration brief
His prize-winning sausages are made of human meat
And the baker confessed, with a laugh and a fizz
His prized doughnut glaze, it's his very own jizz
The chaos wound down amidst laughter and sin
Seems they all got a thrill, from a slice of bare skin
Now the town's wide awake, buzzing with delight
That silly little girl turned wrong into right
In tales they'll be sung, as the town that got wise
All thanks to a girl's skirt, and a peek of her thigh