frank zappa - honey, don't you want a man like me? [chicago 78] lyrics
honey honey, hey
baby don’t you want a man like me
honey honey, hey
baby don’t you want a man like me
he was the playboy type (he smoked a pipe)
his fav’rite phrase was “outa-site!”
he had an irish setter
(hrtch-a-pltch
hrtch-a-pltch
hrtch-a-pltch
arf!)
it was a singles bar, a tuesday night
the moon was dim, the band was tight
they did the b-mp together
what a splendid sight
her teeth were white
the drinks were cheap (it was ladies nite)
he was glad that he met her
she was an office girl (“my name is betty”)
her fav’rite group was helen reddy
(they discussed the weather)
honey honey, hey
baby don’t you want a man like me
honey honey, hey
baby don’t you want a man like me
honey honey, hey
baby don’t you want a
baby don’t you want a
baby don’t you want a
man!
she was a lonely sort, just a little too short
her jokes were dumb and her fav’rite sport
was hockey (in the winter)
(. . . he shoots . . . he scores!)
he was duly impressed and was quick to suggest
any sport with a puck had to be ’bout the best
as he jabbed his elbow in her
(. . . rude!)
later on they went off to where the music was soft
the candles were drippy, they saw a real hippy
who delivered their dinner
the rice was brown, and soon they found
that the crowd around that had jammed the room
well it seemed to be getting thinner
honey honey, hey
baby don’t you want a man like me
honey honey, hey
baby don’t you want a man like me
honey honey, hey
baby don’t you want a
baby don’t you want a
baby don’t you want a
man!
he took her home to a motor court
she wouldn’t kiss him, he tried to ignore it
but it made him angry!
he called her a slut
(slut slut slut . . . )
a pig
(pig pig pig . . . )
and a wh-r-
(wh-r- wh-r- wh-r- . . . )
a b-tch
(b-tch b-tch b-tch . . . )
and a c-nt
(c-nt c-nt c-nt . . . )
and she slammed
(slammed slammed slammed . . . )
the door
(the door!)
in a petulant frenzy!
(a petulant frenzy!
this is a petulant frenzy!
ooh!
i’m petulant
and i’m having a frenzy!)
on the sofa she weeps
boo hoo hoo hoo
she weeps and she weeps
boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
she weeps and she peeps
through the curtain
he just got in his car
but the battery’s dead
so he has to use the phone
and she gives him some head
and that’s the end of the story
honey honey, hey
baby don’t you want a man like me
honey honey, hey
baby don’t you want a man like me
honey honey, hey
baby don’t you want a
baby don’t you want a
baby don’t you want a
man!
baby don’t you want a man sometimes?
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