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 Yadayadayada 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 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