Take Her Where The Boys Are

Got to use your intuition
Take her near your competition
Let them pay her compliments
And buy her drinks and cigarettes
They’ll tell her about the thing that matter:
Used cars and alternators
They’ll talk about football scores
They’re experts on Nazi uniforms

Do you want to get to know her?
Do you want her for a lover?
Do you take her home to mother
Or do you take her where the boys are?
Take her where the boys are!

A friend of yours is a friend of theirs
They open doors and offer chairs
Boys pretend to all be men
And men pretend to be boys again
A half of a man is a Hercules
Who’ll bring the world down to it’s knees
The other half is a chimpanzee
Who pisses anywhere where he wants to pee

Do you want to get to know her?
Do you want to be her lover?
Do you take her home to mother?
Do you take her to the opera?
Do you take her to the Casbah?
Brother, let me ask ya
Where you gonna take?
Take her where the boys are!

You’re on you own
No one can give you help
Every man is for himself
For every man she’s what he deserves
So they try a little harder
Act a little more cock-sure