Tommy Mottola lives on the road
He lost his lady two months ago
Maybe he'll find her maybe he won't
Oh wonder
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
The 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 and tired of rats
I know she is oooh
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 hey
Cherchez la femme
They'll tell you a lie
With a colgate smile hey baby
Love you one second and hate you the next one
Oh ain't it crazy yeah
All I can say ay hey
Of one thing I am certain ooh-hoo ooh-hoo
They're all the same
All the sluts and the saints
For misery my friend
Cherchez la femme
Hey now Cherchez la femme
Oh babe Cherchez la femme
Yeah Cherchez la femme
Oooh that's amora Cherchez
Oooh that's amora Cherchez
Amora amora be mine be mine
Be mine
