Ever get a song in your head that just goes around and around and you can’t get rid of it for love or money? This is my latest, the 1977 classic Cherchez La Femme by Dr. Buzzard’s Original Savannah Band. Enjoy.

Tommy Mottola lives on the road
He lost his lady two months ago
Maybe he’ll find her, maybe he won’t
Oh, one never knows
He sleeps in the back
Of his big grey Cadillac, oh my honey
Blowing his mind on cheap grass and wine
Oh, ain’t it crazy baby, hey
I guess you could say hey, hey
The 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 it 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

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-hoo, ooh-hoo
They’re all the same
All the sluts and the saints
For misery my friend
Cherchez la femme

Hey now, Cherchez la femme
Oh babe, Cherchez la femme
Yeah, Cherchez la femme
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