Tommy Mattolla, lives on the road He lost his lady 2 months ago Maybe he'll find her, Maybe he won't, oh won't ever.. He sleeps in the back of his big grey Cadillac, on my honey blowing his mind on cheap grass and wine Oh ain't it crazy baby yeah Guess you could say hey hey The man has learned his lesson oh hey Now he's alone He's got no woman and no home For misery oh ho, 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 hey hey, 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 hey hey Of one thing I am certain, Cuckoo, Cuckoo 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