BUDDY:
The right girl-yeah!
The right girl
She makes you feel like a million bucks
Instead of, what? Like a rented tux
The right girl-yeah!
The right girl
She's with you, no matter how you feel
You're not the good guy, you're not the heel
You're not the dreamboat that sank, you're real
When you got-yeah!
The right girl-yeah!
And I got
Hey, Margie, I'm back, babe
Come help me, unpack, babe
Hey, Margie, hey, bright girl
I'm home
What's new, babe? You miss me?
You smell good, come kiss me
Hey, Margie, you wanna go dancing!
I'm home
Des Moines was rotten and the deal fell through
I pushed, babe
I'm bushed, babe
I needed you to tell my troubles to
The heck, babe
Let's neck, babe
Hey, Margie
You wanna go dancing?
You wanna go driving? Or something?
Okay, babe
Whatever you say, babe
You wanna stay home!
You wanna stay home!
Hey, Margie, It's day, babe
My flight goes-no, stay, babe
You know how you cry, babe
Stay home
Be good now, we'll speak, babe
It might be, next week, babe
Hey, Margie-goodbye, babe
I gotta go home
The right girl-yeah!
The right girl-yeah!
She sees you're nothing and thinks you're king
She knows you've got other songs to sing
You still could be-hell, well, anything
When you got-yeah!
The right girl-yeah!
And I got
Hey, Margie, I'm back, babe
Come help me, unpack, babe
Hey, Margie, hey, bright girl
I'm home
You miss me? I knew it
Hey, Margie, I blew it
I don't love the right girl
Oh, shit