Honey, Don't You Want A Man Like Me? (album "Zappa in New York", 1978, recorded in 1976)
Honey honey Baby don't you want a man like me Honey honey 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 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, her teeth were white The drinks were cheap (it was Ladies Nite) He was glad that he met her She was an office girl (her name was Betty) Her fav'rite group was HELEN REDDY (They discussed the weather)
CHORUS REPEAT
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 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?) 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 CHORUS REPEAT 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, a pig and a whore A bitch and a cunt and she slammed the door In a petulant 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 CHORUS REPEATS