The Right Girl
[BUDDY]
The right girl—yeah
The right girl!
She makes you feel like a million bucks
Instead of—what?—like a rented tux

The right girl—yeah
The right girl!
She's with you, no matter how you feel
You're not the good guy, you're not the heel
You're not the dreamboat that sank—you're real
When you've got—yeah
The right girl—yeah
And I got—!

Hey, Margie, I'm back, babe
Come help me unpack, babe
Hey, Margie, hey, bright girl
I'm home

What's new, babe? You miss me?
You smell good, come kiss me
Hey, Margie, you wanna go dancing?
I'm home
Des Moines was rotten and the deal fell through
I pushed, babe
I'm bushed, babe
I needed you to tell my troubles to—
The heck, babe—
Let's neck, babe

Hey, Margie
You wanna go dancing? You wanna go driving?
Or something?
Okay, babe
Whatever you say, babe—
You wanna stay home
You wanna stay home!

Hey, Margie, it's day, babe
My flight goes—no, stay, babe
You know how you cry, babe
Stay home

Be good now, we'll speak, babe
It might be next week, babe—
Hey, Margie... Goodbye, babe...
I gotta go home

The right girl—yeah
The right girl
She sees you're nothing and thinks you're king
She knows you've got other songs to sing
You still could be—hell, well anything
When you got—yeah!
The right girl—
And I got...!
Hey, Margie, I'm back, babe
Come help me unpack, babe
Hey, Margie, hey, bright girl
I'm home

You miss me? I knew it
Hey, Margie, I blew it
I don't love
The right girl

(spoken)
Ah shit...