Tommy Mattolla, lives on the road

He lost his lady 2 months ago

Maybe he'll find her, Maybe he won't

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 yeah



I guess you could say 

The man has learned his lesson 

Now he's alone

He's got no woman and no home

For misery, Cherchez le Femme



Miggie Miggie Baneiga's very upset

She's sick and tired of living in debt

Tired of roaches, and tired of rats

I know she is oh

So her noble man says "Baby I understand"

Oh my honey



Now he's working two jobs at 8th avenue bars 

Oh ain't it crazy baby

Now she complains that her man is never present, no

So she goes next door

I know that she's just playing the whore

Hey, for misery my friend, 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 

Of one thing I am certain 

They're all the same,

All the sluts and the Saints

For Misery My Friend,

Cherchez la Femme

Hey now 

Cherchez la Femme

Se Si Bon, Cherchez la Femme, ...