Honey, Don’t You Want A Man Like Me? [Anyway The Wind Blows]

Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a man like me

He was the Playboy Type (he smoked a pipe)
His fav'rite phrase was 'OUTA-SITE!'
He had an Irish Setter

It was a singles bar, a Tuesday night
The moon was dim, the band was tight
They did the Bump together

What a splendid sight
Her teeth were white
The drinks were cheap
(it was Ladies Nite)
He was glad that he met her

She was an office girl
(her name is Betty)
Her fav'rite group was
HELEN REDDY
(They discussed the weather)

Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a
Baby don't you want a
Baby don't you want a
Ma-a-a-a-a-an

She was a lonely sort, just a little too short
Her jokes were dumb and her fav'rite sport
Was hockey (in the winter)
Zzzzzzhhhhh, I sss, oww, he scores

He was duly impressed and was quick to suggest
Any sport with a PUCK had to be 'bout the best
As he jabbed his elbow in her
Ah you get it baby, brbrbr, you know what I mean zzww

Later on they went off to where the music was soft
The candles were drippy, they saw a REAL HIPPY
Who delivered their dinner

The rice was brown, and soon they found
That the crowd around that had jammed the room
Well it seemed to be getting thinner

Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a
Baby don't you want a
Baby don't you want a
Ma-a-a-a-a-an

He took her home to a motor court
She wouldn't kiss him, he tried to ignore it
But it made him angry!

He called her a pig, pig pig
A slut slut slut and a whore, whore, whore
A bitch bitch bitch bitch
And a cunt cunt cunt and she slammed the door the door
In a petulant frenzy!
A petulant frenzy, this is a petulant frenzy Yooo
I'm petulant, and I'm havin' a frenzy

On the sofa she weeps
BOO HOO HOO HOO
She weeps and she weeps
BOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO
She weeps and she peeps
Through the curtain

He just got in his car
But the battery's dead
So he has to use the phone
And she gives him some head
And that's the end of the story

Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a
Baby don't you want a
Baby don't you want a
Ma-a-a-a-a-an
Baby don't you want a man sometime?