It's Too Late

Got the invitation to that seventies expose

But how she ever gonna love you when she can't parlez vous your Francais

You know that she can't stop dancin' and that's just about to make you scream

When you where actin' so damn fine, you tryin' hard not to be so mean

And you're tryin' to tell me

Ow

That how many times I gotta tell, baby, it's too late

It's too too late

I told you a thousand times, baby, it's too late

That's when I saw your mama, and she's the blonde queen of the prom

And you're the little heiress to the kingdom from the flesh right down to the bone

'Cause I saw you last night, darlin', on the midnight flight to the stars

But you spend most your time in the powder room where you chit chat with Diana Dors

And you tryin, to tell her

Ow

That how many times I gotta tell, baby, it's too late

It's too too late

I told you a thousand times, but baby, it's too late

You invite us up on that big trip, well that's nothing new on me

That reminds me of Buck Rogers back in 1933

That was the year when he crashed on down and all the geckos (?) got smacked up

And now all of God's children, they gettin' what they want

When they get the ticket

Ow Ow

That how many times I gotta tell, baby, it's too late

It's too too late

I told you a thousand times, but baby, it's too late