Lambchop - Bon Soir, Bon Soir lyrics

It's beach blanket bingo

At the end of the day

And his eyes are like wading pools

And his feet are like clay

And he drifts through the crowd

They all know who he is

They have seen him before

He's just a friend of his

Oh, get out of the car

Bon soir bon soir

Now his prey is on the gentle

Like a bully or a jerk

He may call you at home

Or he may call you at work

Manipulate your conscience

Is his own private game

You can drive him around

Till he drives you insane

Get out of the car

Bon soir bon soir

Yadayadayada

Now it's not like he's stupid

He's as smart as a whip

As the bottle grows empty

He will tighten his grip

And he senses that you're weaker

It's not even noon

Every moment with him

Is a moment too soon

Get out of the car

Bon soir bon soir

What a penis you are

Bon soir bon soir