"Women are like that kid
What the hell can you do?"
She waits for the real Mr. Right to come
Gently removing her heart
With his promises of real communication
"I saw a program about that on TV, heh"
Who's always picking up the tab
Who built a bungalow for his momma and dad
Me.....
Who took you out to all the shows
Who worked his fingers to the bone
Me....
While you were asleep
"It was me...I did!"
I kept you in buttons and bows
"Christ! All those clothes!
So you could encourage this creep
"With that program
I bet some son of a bitch made a million dollars."
With his neat feet
And his clean fingernails
With his wise but twinkling eyes
He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt
"Get movin', get off the road ya Goddam faggot."
And compromise
I'd like to go on with this bit of a song
Describing this schmuck
I'd like to go on, but I'm going to throw up
"Not in my rig you don't boy
Get the hell out of here.