Recorded by Bobby Bare Written by Shel Silverstein scale of ONE to TEN I'd give her a NINE. Now on my scale there ain't no TEN's, you know NINE is about as far as any chick can go So I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look at me So for brains and good judgement, give her a THREE. I said, hey sweet thing, you look like a possible EIGHT You and me could, uh! make EIGHTEEN, if your head's on straight She looked up and down my perfect frame And said these words that burned into my pe (tabcountry.com)