The Fabulous Poodles Follow

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

He lost his lady two months ago
Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't