It's beach blanket bingo 

At the end of the day 

And his eyes are like wading pools 

And his feet are like clay 

And he drifts through the crowd 

They all know who he is 

They have seen him before 

He's just a friend of his 

Oh, get out of the car 

Bon soir bon soir 

Now his prey is on the gentle 

Like a bully or a jerk 

He may call you at home 

Or he may call you at work 

Manipulate your conscience 

Is his own private game 

You can drive him around 

Till he drives you insane 

Get out of the car 

Bon soir bon soir 

Yadayadayada 

Now it's not like he's stupid 

He's as smart as a whip 

As the bottle grows empty 

He will tighten his grip 

And he senses that you're weaker 

It's not even noon 

Every moment with him 

Is a moment too soon 

Get out of the car 

Bon soir bon soir 

What a penis you are 

Bon soir bon soir