Tommy Mottola lives on the roadnHe lost his lady two months agonMaybe he'll find her, maybe he won'tnOh, wonder, nooonHe sleeps in the back of his grey Cadillac, oh my honeynBlowing his mind on cheap grass and winenOh ain't it crazy baby, heynGuess you could say hey, heynThis man has learned his lesson, oh heynNow he's alonenHe's got no woman and no homenFor misery, oh, ohnCherchez la femmennMiggie, Miggie Bonija's very upsetnShe's sick and tired of living in debtnTired of roaches and tired of rats, I know she is ooohnSo her noble man saysnBaby I understand, oh my honeynNow he's working two jobs at Eighth Avenue barsnOh ain't crazy babynNow she complainsnThat her man is never present, nonShe goes next door, I know that she's just playing the whorenHey for misery my friend, heynCherchez la femmennnnThey'll tell you a lie with a colgate smile, hey babynLove you one second and hate you the next onenOh ain't it crazy, yeahnAll I can say, ay, hey, of one thing I am certain, ooh, oohnThey're all the same, all the sluts and the saintsnFor misery my friendnCherchez la femmennHey now, Cherchez la femme (ooh)nOh babe, Cherchez la femme (ooh)nYeah, Cherchez la femme (ooh)nOooh that's amora, ChercheznOooh that's amora, ChercheznAmora amora be mine, be minenDevine! (Oooh that's amora, Cherchez)nCherchez la femmen(Se si bon, Se si bon, Se si bon)nCherchez la femme, rumban(Se si bon, Se si bon, Se si bon)nCherchez la femme, rumbann