Words and music by James Branam
All instruments and vocals performed by James Branam
Live Version
Lyrics
There’s a girl that I know, cutest thing, but wouldn’t you know
With coal black hair her head is crowned, but not a brain cell to be found
That’s Stella, Stupid Stella
That’s Stella, Stupid Stella
Men line up for miles to see her bright blue eyes and pearl-white teeth
They come from every single nation, but don’t get much good conversation
With Stella, Stupid Stella
Stella, Stupid Stella.
She’s doesn’t care what breed, what class, what color their eyes are
She swears she’s not a racist, she’d never own a race car
There’s a girl just down the street with arms so wide and lips so sweet
She sure can love, she sure can kiss, but doesn’t know what day it is
That’s Stella, Stupid Stella
Stella, Stupid Stella
Every traveling salesman seems to show up at her door
She’s got four vacuum cleaners, but she sure could use one more
Oh that girl, she’s so fine, on good days her IQ is nine
She’s got the looks, I have to say, but intelligence just stays away
From Stella, Stupid Stella
Stella, Stupid Stella
She’d never drive a BMW I’ve heard her tell
She’d never spend her money on a car she couldn’t spell
Here I go back down that street, I can’t resist her smile so sweet
My will so weak, her charm so pure, I’ll wind up in her bed for sure
With Stella, Stupid Stella
With Stella, Stupid Stella
Other women talk about the men who’ve seen her bed
But hearsay’s not important when you’re so good at giving heeeeeaaaa—
Hey, there’s a girl, we all say, if you haven’t had her, you must be gay
A gorgeous smile, a silly stare, and nothing in her head but air
That’s Stella, Stupid Stella
Our Stella, Stupid Stella