Lambchop - Bon Soir, Bon Soir Lyrics

It's beach blanket bingo
At the end of the day
And his eyes are like wading pools
And his feet are like clay

And he drifts through the crowd
They all know who he is
They have seen him before
He's just a friend of his

Oh, get out of the car
Bon soir, bon soir

Now his prey is on the gentle
Like a bully or a jerk
He may call you at home
Or he may call you at work

Manipulate your conscience
Is his own private game
You can drive him around
Till he drives you insane

Get out of the car
Bon soir, bon soir

Now it's not like he's stupid
He's as smart as a whip
As the bottle grows empty
He will tighten his grip

And he senses that you're weaker
And it's not even noon
Every moment with him
Is a moment too soon

Get out of the car
Bon soir, bon soir

What a penis you are
Bon soir, bon soir