The Buzzard - Old Blind Dogs

Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band Miscellaneous Whispering / Cherchez La Femme / Se Si Bon Whispering/Cherchez La Femme/Se Si Bon Dr. Buzzard's Original "Savannah" Band (A. Darnell, S. Browder, Jr.) 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 (Instrumental break) 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 (Repeat and fade) From: "David Hayman"

I've got a feeling, I've got a feeling These broken nights and bitter ends We would always starve and devour Our closest friends, my beautiful friends Paranoia, my paranoia Can't let it go, it never lets me go What am I feeling? Why am I feeling? Forecast into the freezing cold Dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs Dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs I'm the last and the first in a very sad set of eyes To the bone, to the knees, to the factory line I am numb to the shot, I have a crippling fear of heights 'Cause the fall sounds a lot like a symphony of cries Your only hope is burning down the chapel All getting washed out with the tide We need to find some middle ground It's always sex or suicide Dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs Dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs I'm the last and the first in a very sad set of eyes To the bone, to the knees, to the factory line I am numb to the shot, I have a crippling fear of heights 'Cause the fall sounds a lot like a symphony of cries Dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs Dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs, dogs eating dogs I'm the last and the first in a very sad set of eyes To the bone, to the knees, to the factory line I am numb to the shot, I have a crippling fear of heights 'Cause the fall sounds a lot like a symphony of cries