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Frank Zappa - You Can’t Do That on Stage Anymore, Vol. 6 - Honey, Don’t You Want a Man Like Me
You Can’t Do That on Stage Anymore, Vol. 6
Disc 1
01. The M.O.I. Anti‐Smut Loyalty Oath
02. The Poodle Lecture
03. Dirty Love
04. Magic Fingers
05. The Madison Panty‐Sniffing Festival
06. Honey, Don’t You Want a Man Like Me
07. Father O’Blivion
08. Is That Guy Kidding or What
09. I’m So Cute
10. White Person
11. Lonely Person Devices
12. Ms. Pinky
13. Shove It Right In
14. Wind Up Working in a Gas Station
15. Make a Sex Noise
16. Tracy Is a Snob
17. I Have Been in You
18. Emperor of Ohio
19. Dinah‐Moe Humm
20. He’s So Gay
21. Camarillo Brillo
22. Muffin Man
Disc 2
01. NYC Halloween Audience
02. The Illinois Enema Bandit
03. Thirteen
04. Lobster Girl
05. Black Napkins
06. We’re Turning Again
07. Alien Orifice
08. Catholic Girls
09. Crew Slut
10. Tryin’ to Grow a Chin
11. Take Your Clothes Off When You Dance
12. Lisa’s Life Story
13. Lonesome Cowboy Nando
14. 200 Motels Finale
15. Strictly Genteel
Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a man like me

He was the Playboy type, he smoke a pipe
His fav'rite phrase was "outa-site!"
He had an Irish Setter

It was a singles bar, a Tuesday night
The moon was dim, the band was tight
They did the bump together

What a splendid sight
Ren-nen-nen-nen
Her teeth were white
U-a-u-u

The drinks were cheap
It was Ladies Nite
He was glad that he met her

She was an office girl
"My name is Betty"
Her fav'rite group was Helen Reddy
They discussed the weather

Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a man like me

Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a
Baby don't you want a
Baby don't you want a man

She was the lonely sort, just a little too short
Her jokes were dumb and her fav'rite sport
Was hockey in the winter

He was duly impressed and was quick to suggest
Any sport with a Puck had to be 'bout the best
As he jabbed his elbow in her "Get it honey? Get it?"

Later on they went off to where the music was soft
The candles were drippy, they saw a Real Hippy
Who delivered their dinner

The rice was brown, and soon they found
That the crowd around that had jammed the room
Well it seemed to be getting thinner

Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a man like me

Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a
Baby don't you want a
Baby don't you want a man

He took her home to a motor court
She wouldn't kiss him, he tried to ignore it
But it made him angry!
Angry, it made me angry, it made me so angry
I could have killed that lousy bitch!

He called her a slut, a pig and a whore
A bitch and a cunt and she slammed the door
In a petulant frenzy!
A petulant frenzy, this is a petulant frenzy
I'm petulant, and I'm having a frenzy

On the sofa she weeps
Boo hoo hoo hoo
She weeps and she weeps
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
She weeps and she peeks
Through the curtain

He just got in his car but the battery's dead
So he asks to use the phone and she gives him some head
And that's the end of the story

Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a man like me
Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a man like me

Honey honey, hey
Baby don't you want a
Baby don't you want a man
Baby don't you want a man sometimes?