Cherchez La Femme Lyrics - Singles - Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band

Tommy Mottola lives on the road 

He lost his lady two months ago 

Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't 

Oh, oh, never, no 

He sleeps in the back of his grey Cadillac, oh my honey 

Blowing his mind on cheap grass and wine 

Oh, ain't it crazy baby, hey 

Guess you could say hey, hey 

This man has learned his lesson, oh hey 

Now he's alone, he's got no woman and no home 

For misery, oh, oh 

Cherchez la femme 

Miggie, Miggie Bonija's very upset 

She's sick and tired of living in debt 

Tired of roaches, tired of rats, I know she is ooh 

So her noble man says 

"Baby I understand, oh my honey" 

Now he's working two jobs at Eighth Avenue bars 

Oh, ain't crazy, baby now she complains 

That her man is never present, no 

She goes next door, I know that 

She's just playing the whore 

Hey for misery 

(My friend) 

Cheechez la femme 

They tell you a lie with a Colgate smile, hey baby 

Love you one second and hate the next one 

Oh, ain't it crazy, yeah 

All I can say , ay, hey, oh one thing I am certain, oh, oh 

They're all the same, all the sluts and the saints for misery 

(My friend) 

Cherchez la femme