Tommy Mottola lives on the road

He lost his lady two months ago

Maybe he'll find her maybe he won't

Oh oh never no

He sleeps in the back of his gray Cadillac oh my honey

Blowing his mind on cheap grass and wine

Oh ain't it crazy baby hey

Guess you could say hey hey

This man has learned his lesson oh hey

Now he's alone

He's got no woman and no home

For misery oh oh

Cherchez la femme

Miggie Miggie Bonija's very upset

She's sick and tired of living in debt

Tired of roaches tired of rats I know she is ooh

So her noble man says

Baby I understand oh my honey

Now he's working two jobs at Eighth Avenue bars

Oh ain't crazy baby

Now she complains

That her man is never present no

She goes next door I know that she's just playing the w***e

Hey for misery

My friend

Cheechez la femme

They tell you a lie with a colgate smile hey baby

Love you one second and hate the next one

Oh ain't it crazy yeah

All I can say ay hey og one thing I am certain oh oh

They're all the same all the sluts and the saints

For misery

My friend

Cherchez la femme