Got the invitation to that seventies expose But how she ever gonna love you when she can't parlez vous your Francais You know that she can't stop dancin' and that's just about to make you scream When you where actin' so damn fine You tryin' hard not to be so mean And you're tryin' to tell me Ow
That how many times I gotta tell baby it's too late It's too too late I told you a thousand times baby it's too late
That's when I saw your mama and she's the blonde queen of the prom And you're the little heiress to the kingdom from the flesh right down to the bone Cause I saw you last night darlin' on the midnight flight to the stars But you spend most your time in the powder room where you chit chat with Diana Doors And you tryin to tell her Ow
That how many times I gotta tell baby it's too late It's too too late I told you a thousand times but baby it's too late
You invite us up to that B-trip (?) but that's nothing new on me That reminds me of problems back in 1933 Now you where here when they crashed on down and the geckos (?) got smacked up And now all of God's children, They gettin' what they want When they get the ticket OW! OW!
That how many times I gotta tell baby it's too late It's too too late I told you a thousand times but baby it's too late