Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street.
From my window I'm staring while my coffee grows cold.
Look over there! (Where?)
There's a lady that I used to know.
She's married now, or engaged, or something, so I am told.
Is she really going out with him?
Is she really gonna take him home tonight?
Is she really going out with him?
'Cause if my eyes don't deceive me,
There's something going wrong around here.
Tonight's the night when I go to all the parties down my street.
But if looks could kill, there's a man there who's more down as dead.
'Cause I've had my fill, "Listen you, take your hands off her head!"
I get so mean around this scene! Hey, hey, hey.
(refrain)
and out