Cherchez La Femme - Kid Creole And The Coconuts

Amore, amore

Be mine, be mine

(Cherchez la femme, rumba)

(Cherchez la femme, rumba)

(Cherchez la femme, rumba)

(Cherchez la femme, rumba)

(Cherchez…rumba, rumba)

Tommy Mottola lives on the road

He lost his lady two months ago

Maybe he’ll find her

Maybe he won’t

Oh, one never knows

He sleeps in the back of his grey Cadillac

Oh, my honey

Living on dreams and Elle magazines

Oh, ain’t it crazy, baby, mmm-hmmm

Guess you could say

This man has learnt his lesson

Oooh

Now he’s alone

He’s got no women and no home

For misery

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

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, oh, she’s just playing the whore

For misery

Cherchez la femme

They’ll tell you a lie with a Colgate smile

Hey baby

Love you one second and hate you the next

Well, oh ain’t it crazy, yeah

All I can say

Oooh, of one thing I am certain

They’re all the same

All the sluts and the saints

For misery

Cherchez la femme

Cherchez la femme

Cherchez la femme

Cherchez la femme