I got a friend who don't know which side to sleep on
But every girl in town wants to help him decide
They all know he won't stay the night
But you gotta give him props for trying
Bless his soul
It don't take a mile in those loafers to see
He's just a chauffeur back home
A couple milligrams and a TV show
They go down better alone
He goes
"Why should I make up my mind
Just to change it overnight
What a magnificent way to waste my time
You know I would rather live my life
Rife with riddles
Lying in the middle of the Kinsey scale
The world's a buffet
And I came to get my fill"
I got a friend who hasn't paid rent in ages
In the minds of every man this side of the tracks
Mmmm
They all know he's a little green
The weekend queen is new to the scene
Some say he's a tourist, oh well
All those purists can go to double-hockey-sticks
Until they wanna leave a happy man alone
He goes
"Why should I make up my mind
Just to change it overnight
What a magnificent way to waste my time
You know I would rather live my life
Rife with riddles
Lying in the middle of the Kinsey scale
The world's a buffet
And I came to get my fill
I'd die before I sit still"
"Why should I make up my mind
Just to change it overnight
What a magnificent way to waste my time
Oh, you know I would rather live my life
Rife with riddles
Lying in the middle of the Kinsey scale
The world's a buffet
And I came to get my fill"