Tommy Mattolla, lives on the road   He lost his lady 2 months ago   Maybe he'll find her, Maybe he won't   He sleeps in the back of his big grey Cadillac, oh my honey   blowing his mind on cheap grass and wine   Oh ain't it crazy baby yeah      I guess you could say    The man has learned his lesson    Now he's alone   He's got no woman and no home   For misery, Cherchez le Femme      Miggie Miggie Baneiga's very upset   She's sick and tired of living in debt   Tired of roaches, and tired of rats   I know she is oh   So her noble man says "Baby I understand"   Oh my honey      Now he's working two jobs at 8th avenue bars    Oh ain't it crazy baby   Now she complains that her man is never present, no   So she goes next door   I know that she's just playing the whore   Hey, for misery my friend, Cherchez la Femme      They'll tell you a lie with a Colgate smile hey baby   Love you one second and hate you the next one    Oh ain't it crazy yeah?   All I can say    Of one thing I am certain    They're all the same,   All the sluts and the Saints   For Misery My Friend,   Cherchez la Femme   Hey now    Cherchez la Femme   Se Si Bon, Cherchez la Femme, ...