Honey Don't You Want a Man Like Me? (Live 1975 FM Broadcast)

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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 favourite 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
If only he done
He was glad that he met her

She was an office girl
"My name is Betty"
Her favourite 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-

She was the lonely sort, a little too short
Her jokes were dumb
And her favourite sport was hockey in the winter
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, "Get it honey? Honey, get it?"

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-

He took me home to a motor cart
I wouldn't kiss him, he tried to ignore it
But it made him angry
He called me a slut, a pig and a whore
A bitch and a cunt and she slammed the door
In a petulant frenzy

On the sofa I weep
Bam, bam, bam
I weep and I weep
Bam, bam, bam, bam
I weep and I peek through the curtain

He just got in his car but the battery's dead
So he asks to use the phone and I give it to him
Bam, bam, bam, bam
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 man?
Baby don't you want a man?



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Writer(s): Frank Zappa
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