Honey, Don't You Want A Man Like Me? Lyrics - Frank Zappa

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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 smoke a pipe) 

His fav'rite phrase was "OUTA-SITE!" 

He had an Irish Setter 

It was a singles bar, a Tuesday night 

The moon was dim, the band was tight 

They did the bump together 

What a splendid sight,(Ren-nen-nen-nen) her teeth were white 

The drinks were cheap (it was Ladies Nite) 

He was glad that he met her 

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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 the lonely sort, just a little too short 

Her jokes were dumb and her fav'rite sport 

Was hockey (in the winter) 

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 ("Get it honey? Get it?") 

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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! 

angry, it made me angry, it made me so angry I could have killed that 

lousy BITCH!) 

He called her a slut, a pig and a whore 

A bitch and a cunt and she slammed the door 

In a petulant frenzy! 

(A petulant frenzy, this is a petulant frenzy. 

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 peeks 

Through the curtain 

He just got in his car 

But the battery's dead 

So he asks 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 man 

Baby don't you want a man sometimes?