Honey, Don't You Want A Man Like Me?

Lyrics for Honey, 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 man like me He was the Playboy type, he smoke a pipe His fav'rite 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 Ren-nen-nen-nen Her teeth were white U-a-u-u The drinks were cheap It was Ladies Nite He was glad that he met her She was an office girl "My name is Betty" Her fav'rite 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 man She was the lonely sort, just a little too short Her jokes were dumb and her fav'rite 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? 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 man He took her home to a motor court She wouldn't kiss him, he tried to ignore it But it made him angry! Angry, it made me angry, it made me so angry I could have killed that lousy bitch! He called her a slut, a pig and a whore A bitch and a cunt and she slammed the door In a petulant frenzy! A petulant frenzy, this is a petulant frenzy I'm petulant, and I'm having a frenzy On the sofa she weeps Boo hoo hoo hoo She weeps and she weeps Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo She weeps and she peeks Through the curtain He just got in his car but the battery's dead So he asks to use the phone and she gives him some head 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 man Baby don't you want a man sometimes?