Metarie

Met a girl, introduced myself

I asked her to be with me and no one else

And she said, I'd really like to see you everyday

But I'm afraid of what my friends might say

You need a bath and your clothes are wrong

You're not my type I can tell we wouldn't get along

I just laughed what else could I do

And her friend chimed in singin' get a clue

Get a life, put it in your song

There's something I've been meaning to say to you

I'd had enough couldn't take it anymore

So I turned and I ran straight for the door

Bought some mags on my way home

For later on ya know when I'm all alone

Bottle of wine and some cigarettes

Watch TV and go to bed

I know a guy lives in Los Angeles

Sometimes his life there makes me so jealous

I'd like to move out of this place

Change my name, get a new face

Sleep all day stay up all night

And everybody I meet thinks I'm alright

Pat my back say I like your song