No more credit from the liquor store Suit is all dirty, my shoes is all wore Tired and lonely, my heart is all sore Advance romance I can't stand it no more, you know She told me she loved me, I believed what she said Took me for a sucker, boy, all corn-fed Next thing I knew she had a bolt on the door Advance romance I can't use it no more, no, I can't use it They took Ike's watch like they always do (It was a Timex, too) (And ashame on you) No more money, boy, I shoulda knew The way she do me, boy She might do you, too The way she do me, boy She might do you, too The way she do me, boy She might do you, too Advance romance, oh yeah Evil I am through Yes, i am through Potato-head Bobby was a friend of mine He pened three of his eyes in the food stamp line He pened four of his eyes in the food stamp line He pened five of his eyes in the food stamp line He pened six of his eyes in the food stamp line He wanna try it one time At least one time Later that night they droppd on by Told her all they wanna do was step up and say "Hi" (HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI HI-HI) Half an hour later she had frenched his fry Frenched his fry Advance romance Bobby, say good-bye