Lyrics Frank Zappa – Advance Romance

No more credit
From the liquor store
Suit is all dirty, boy
Shoes is all wore

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

She took George’s watch
Like they always do
(It was a Timex, too!)
No more money, boy
I shoulda knew
The way she do me, boy
She might do you, too
Advance romance
People I am through!

Potato-head Bobby
was a friend of mine
Open three of his eyes
In the food stamp line
Open four of his eyes

Later that night
He drop on by
Told her all he wanna do
Was step up and say «Hi»
Half an hour later
She had frenched his fry
Advance romance
Bobby, say good-bye