Whispering/Cherchez La Femme/Se Si Bon

Dr. Buzzard’s Original Savannah Band - Pop
Whispering/Cherchez La Femme/Se Si Bon
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Duration: 5:48
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Tommy Mottola lives on the road He lost his lady two months ago Maybe he'll find her Maybe he won't Oh no, never, no, no, no (He sleeps in the back) Of his big grey Cadillac Oh, my honey Blowing his mind on cheap grass and wine Oh, ain't it crazy, baby, hey I guess you could say, hey hey (Guess you could say) (La femme fatale, La Belle bien sur) This man has learnt his lesson Oh-oh, hey, hey Now he's alone (Now he's alone) He's got no woman and no home For misery oh-ho Cherchez la femme [Verse 2] Miggie, Miggie Bonija's very upset She's sick and tired of bein' in debt Tired of roaches (Tired of roaches) And tired of rats (Tired of rats) I know she is, oh-oh oh oh oh oh So her noble man says "Baby I understand" oh my honey Now he's working two jobs at Eighth Avenue bars Oh, ain't it crazy, baby, yeah Now she complains (Now she complains) That her man is never present, no So she goes next door I know that she's just playing the whore Hey! For misery, my friends Cherchez la femme They'll tell you a lie with a colgate smile Hey baby Love you one second and hate you the next Oh, no ain't it crazy, yeah All I can say, hey hey Of one thing I am certain They're all the same All the sluts and the saints For misery, my friends Cherchez la femme Hey, now Cherchez la femme
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Credits
- Writers
- Vincent Rose
- Richard Coburn
- John Schonberger
- August Darnell
- Stony Browder Jr