Bon Soir, Bon Soir - Lambchop

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