Yell help, too many cooks and a bird in the bush, yell help Yell help, if your mirror busts and your cat gets cussed, yell help 'Cause down the road you find someone else who's looking Down the road you find another sweet lady cooking So I gotta yell help
Yell help, some shelter from the storm like the travel agent warned Yell help, if you can help your superstitions they gonna keep you warm 'Cause down the road you find someone else who's looking Down the road you seen another sweet lady cooking So I gotta yell help
I wish tonight wasn't Wednesday night I wish it wasn't the thirteenth of July, yell help And you're looking at the guy whose eyes can't deny That he wishes he were somewhere else tonight
Well I met this woman down in New Orleans Lord she built just like a dream Even wore stockings that had seams And she was ugly
Now hell I don't mind women of her kind I'll even pay sometimes for a woman that's ugly
She built like a steamroller Just the kind to mow you over anytime Hey the moment might arrive
On bourbon street Well the ugliest woman you'll ever meet But she's mine all mine and she's ugly