Tommy Mattolla, lives on the road  He lost his lady 2 months ago  Maybe he'll find her, Maybe he won't, oh won't ever..  He sleeps in the back of his big grey Cadillac, on my honey  blowing his mind on cheap grass and wine  Oh ain't it crazy baby yeah    Guess you could say hey hey  The man has learned his lesson oh hey  Now he's alone  He's got no woman and no home  For misery oh ho, 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 hey hey, 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 hey hey  Of one thing I am certain, Cuckoo, Cuckoo  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