Frank Zappa — Honey Dont You Want A Man Like Me? Saarbrucken 1978

Honey honey, hey Baby don't you want a man like me Honey honey, hey 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 is Betty) Her fav'rite group was HELEN REDDY (They discussed the weather) Honey honey, hey Baby don't you want a man like me Honey honey, hey Baby don't you want a man like me Honey honey, hey Baby don't you want a Baby don't you want a Baby don't you want a Ma-a-a-a-a-an She was a lonely sort, just a little too short Her jokes were dumb and her fav'rite sport Was hockey (in the winter) Zzzzzzhhhhh, he's down, I sss, oww 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 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 Honey honey, hey Baby don't you want a man like me Honey honey, hey Baby don't you want a man like me Honey honey, hey Baby don't you want a Baby don't you want a Baby don't you want a Ma-a-a-a-a-an He took her home to a motor court She would not kiss him, he tried to ignore it But it made him angry! Made me angry, made me so angry I could've killed that lousy bitch He called her a slut, slut slut slut A pig and a whore, whore, whore whore A bitch bitch bitch bitch And a cunt and she slammed the door the door In a petulant frenzy! A petulant frenzy, this is a petulant frenzy Yooo I'm petulant, and I'm havin' a frenzy On the sofa she weeps BOO HOO HOO HOO She weeps and she weeps MOO 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 has to use the phone And she gives him some head And that's the end of the story Honey honey, hey Baby don't you want a man like me Honey honey, hey Baby don't you want a man like me Honey honey, hey Baby don't you want a Baby don't you want a Baby don't you want a Ma-a-a-a-a-an Baby don't you want a man sometime?