Honey, where have you been? You’re two shades short of green   I’ve been drinking Cuba-Libras in the street   Well, we’ve been here before, picking pennies off the floor   I’ve been calling -- you don’t answer the phone anymore      I’ll break every bone in you   Babe I’ve been dying to   Ever since 1952      In a bar by the sea in the middle of a dream   When your drunken treasure eyes sunk into mine   Those omega-3 lips, approaching like enemy ships   The coup de grace, Non! Por favor! Permisson Senoir!      I’m barefoot, broken and bruised   I’m won't be following you   Been waiting for you to   Ever since 1952      I’ve waited a long time for them to let me out of here   And if those bullets come rattling   Out your mouth I’ll grit my teeth and grin and bear it      'Cause I know you’re like me -- sinking desperately   Arms flailing, were they waving back at me?      I’m barefoot, broken and blue   Well I’m through with following you   Been aching for you to    Ever since 1952