He likes Armani suits   To wear with ties of silk   Bought a herd of cows   To milk his own milk   I like his heart of gold, his personality   He's just too fancy for me      He's got a Cartier and a Mercedes Benz   And that was all ok   When we were only friends   But when we're on a date   It's all too plain to see   He's just too fancy for me      I like a man who can roll up his jeans   And wade in the water   And still has some dreams   I like a man who can understand   Simplicity      Don't want 'em finely tuned   Cause quirky men are cool   The Concorde's caviar   Ain't like Balducci's food   Those thousand dollar suits   May suit society   But they're just too fancy for me      Give me a fishing boat   Give me a wide eyed grin   Don't even try to gloat   Cause you won't even win      Don't want the courtside seats   I want my nose to bleed   He's just too fancy for me   He's just too fancy for me