Tommy Mottola lives on the road  He lost his lady just four months ago  mabye he'll find her, mabye he won't  Oh no, never, no, no  He sleeps in the back of his grey cadillac  Oh my honey  Blowin' his mind on cheap grass and wine  oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah  Guess you could say, hey hey, this man has learnt his lesson, oh-oh, hey, hey  now he's alone he's got no women and no home  for misery oh- ho, cherchez la femme    Minnie Bonicha's very upset  she's sick and tired of livin' in debt  tired of roaches  tired of rats  I know she is  so her noble man says "baby I understand" oh my honey  now he's working two jobs at 6th Avenue bars  Oh ain't it crazy  now she complains  that her man is never present  so she goes next door, I know she's just playing the whore  for misery, cherchez la femme    they'll tell you a lie with a colgate smile  hey baby  love you one second and hate you the next  oh ain't it crazy, yeah  all I can say  of one thing I am certain  theyr'e all the same  all the sluts and the saints  for misery,  cherchez la femme