Tommy Mottola lives on the road   He lost his lady two months ago   Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't   Oh, wonder, nooo   He sleeps in the back of his grey Cadillac, oh my honey   Blowing his mind on cheap grass and wine   Oh ain't it crazy baby, hey   Guess you could say hey, hey   This man has learned his lesson, oh hey   Now he's alone   He's got no woman and no home   For misery, oh, oh   Cherchez la femme      Miggie, Miggie Bonija's very upset   She's sick and tired of living in debt   Tired of roaches and tired of rats, I know she is oooh   So her noble man says   "Baby I understand, oh my honey"   Now he's working two jobs at Eighth Avenue bars   Oh ain't crazy baby   Now she complains   That her man is never present, no   She goes next door, I know that she's just playing the whore   Hey for misery my friend, 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, ay, hey, of one thing I am certain, ooh, ooh   They're all the same, all the sluts and the saints   For misery my friend   Cherchez la femme      Hey now, Cherchez la femme (ooh)   Oh babe, Cherchez la femme (ooh)   Yeah, Cherchez la femme (ooh)   Oooh that's amora, Cherchez   Oooh that's amora, Cherchez   Amora amora be mine, be mine   Devine! (Oooh that's amora, Cherchez)   Cherchez la femme   (Se si bon, Se si bon, Se si bon)   Cherchez la femme, rumba   (Se si bon, Se si bon, Se si bon)   Cherchez la femme, rumba