The Show's Over an' It's Time to Leave

You only want me for conversation
I need somebody fo’ a trashy vacation
You’re into Shakespeare an’ the genius of Tolstoy
I get my ya-ya’s from the pictures in Playboy
Can’t ya see it’s not meant ta be?
The show’s over an’ it’s time ta leave.

I’m just a rocker, baby, I like ta party
You’re into opera and some guy named Vivaldi
You say I’m crazy, I should try ta forget you
How can I hear ya when I’d rather undress you?
Can’t ya see it’s not meant ta be?
The show’s over an’ it’s time ta leave.

I have my vices, yeah, ya say I’m obsessive
I try ta kiss ya an’ ya say I’m too possessive…
You have a weakness for the beef Bourgogne
I’m just as happy with a burger an’ onions
Can’t ya see it’s not meant ta be?
The show’s over an’ it’s time ta leave.

You like Picasso and the music of Handel
I get my culture from the cartoon channel
You’re into Oprah and self-improvement
I’m only lookin’ fo’ a certain kinda movement…
Can’t ya see it’s not meant ta be?
The show’s over an’ it’s time ta leave.

You like the symphony and stuffy museums
I’d like yer ta-ta’s (if ya’d ever let me see ‘em!)
You wanna meditate on top of Mount Fuji
Why don’t ya strip fo’ me an’ show me yer boojie?
Can’t ya see it’s not meant ta be?
The show’s over an’ it’s time ta leave.

You get up early an’ ya rush to the health club
I need some action, baby, (how 'bout a back rub…!?)
You’d spend eternity applying your rouges
I like to lay in bed and watch the Three Stooges!
Can’t ya see it’s not meant ta be?
The show’s over an’ it’s time ta leave.