| I’m like my daddy I’m much the same
|
| He loved to play that cheatin' game
|
| Takin' my mother for a ride
|
| Always havin' something on the side
|
| After some scotches, some wine and some beers
|
| Daddy’d come clean and he’d cry real tars
|
| He’d beg forgiveness swear he’d behave
|
| No longer king, he became her knave
|
| You know that Woody Guthrie said it son
|
| «The are more pretty girls than one»
|
| Woody Allen he did it boy
|
| Sowin' some seeds can destroy
|
| I’m a catalyst I’m a contentious bone
|
| Happy to break up your unhappy home
|
| And with this weakness for the weaker sex
|
| A look’s a hook, a smile’s a hex
|
| Long legs beneath a short tight skirt
|
| You just deserve your just dessert
|
| Lipstick nail polish the paint is bait
|
| To make a fella wanna pollinate
|
| Resist temptation if you can
|
| But the ocean always washes over castles made out of sand
|
| And in the jungle you never say no
|
| To her come hither you must go
|
| Some dudes choose booze smack or crack
|
| Other guys lose it all at the race track
|
| Bu the ladies' man he’s the biggest fool
|
| He’s a stooge, he’s a chump, he’s a tool
|
| At her service eager to pleas
|
| Lots of us got this dread disease
|
| You might be thinkin' you’re some kinda Don Juan
|
| But in the end my friend you’re just a John |