Lyrics Advance Romance (1984) (Live) - Frank Zappa

No more credit from the liquor store
My suit is all dirty, boy
My shoes is all wore
I'm tired and lonely, my
FBI heart is all sore
Advance romance
I can't stand it no more, no more

She told me she loved me
I believed what she said
She took me for a sucker, boy, oh
All corn-fed

The next thing I knew
She had a bolt on the door
Advance romance
I can't use it no more, no more, yeah no more

She took Ike's watch
Like they always do
(It was a Timex, too!)
(And ashamed on you, yeah)
No more money, boy
I-I-I-I-I shoulda knew

(Won't somebody go sit on ah)
(Yes! He's showin' the magic!)
(The tinsel's here)
(The big drawers)
The way she do me, boy
Oh

Oh yeah
She might do you, too
(Awfully big drawers now)
The way she do me, boy, oh
She might do you, too
(She's from Utah!) I'll tumble for ya

The way she do me, boy

She might do you, too
(You remember Utah, you know what happened)
Drawers

Advance romance
People I am through
I'm through!

Potato-head Bobby was a friend of mine
He opened three of his eyes in the food stamp line
He opened four of his eyes in the food stamp line
He opened five of his eyes in the food stamp line
He opened six of his eyes in the food stamp line

He said she might be the devil
(Well, I don't know)
But she sure was fine

Advance romance (oh yeah)
He wanna try it one time
Just one time
Later that night
He drop on by
He told her all he wanna do
Is come up and say "Hi"

Hi-hi hi-hi hi-hi hi-hi
Hi-hi hi-hi hi-hi hi-hi
Half an hour later
She had frenched his fry
(Everybody!)
Frenched his fry
(Isn't that amazing?)
Advance romance

Bobby, say goodbye