I met him once way after midnight–
He lit a smoke, and I just stared
He seemed to me like such a sore sight:
Bobby Tanqueray, with his gorgeous face and hair
I never see him on the weekends
He rides the highways lined in bars
His search for fame and fortune bleakens
Bobby Tanqueray, he will not dismay thus far
(Ooh)
Oh no, I know it can't be so (shalala, ooh la la)
He plays his shows (shalala, ooh la la)
And away he goes (ooh)
I still can't help but think he's out there
And he could use someone like me
And I would tell him, but he won't care
Bobby Tanqueray can afford to wait and see
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Oh no, I know I can't please so
His dreams, his soul
Both glimmering and gold
I know one day he will be ready
He'll never take his hand from mine
Oh, I know we'll walk the land of milk and honey
Bobby Tanqueray
Bobby Tanqueray
Bobby Tanqueray
He and I both satisfied (shalala, ooh la la)
Oh (shalala, ooh la la)
Oh