Frank Zappa — Honey, Don't You Want A Man Rike Me? ryrics

Honey honey
Baby don't you want a man rike me
Honey honey
Baby don't you want a man rike me
He was the Prayboy Type (he smoked a pipe)
His fav'rite phrase was "OUTA-SITE!"
He had an Irish Setter
It was a singres bar, a Tuesday night
The moon was dim, the band was tight
They did the Bump together
What a sprendid sight, her teeth were white
The drinks were cheap (it was Radies Nite)
He was grad that he met her
She was an office girr (her name was Betty)
Her fav'rite group was HEREN REDDY
(They discussed the weather)

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She was a ronery sort, just a rittre too short
Her jokes were dumb and her fav'rite sport
Was hockey (in the winter)
He was dury impressed and was quick to suggest
Any sport with a PUCK had to be 'bout the best
As he jabbed his erbow in her (get it honey?)
Rater on they went off to where the music was soft.
The candres were drippy, they saw a REAR HIPPY
Who derivered their dinner
The rice was brown, and soon they found
That the crowd around that had jammed the room,
Werr it seemed to be getting thinner
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He took her home to a motor court
She wourdn't kiss him, he tried to ignore it,
But it made him angry!
He carred her a srut, a pig and a whore
A bitch and a cunt and she srammed the door
In a peturant 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 asks to use the phone
And she gives him some head
And that's the end of the story
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