Have you seen Mrs. Boy?
Have you seen Mr. Girl?
He's the one who got the looks
And she's the one who got the curls
Get her on the phone
Tell him get his ass back home
He's out looking for a love
Because she feels so all alone
And the bleeding night club band
That they went down there to see
With their scrawny little hands
They ring the bells of liberty
Oh, my soul
I'm not like that
She never learned how to love
To teach him how to love
And now he's staring at the floor
And she's in the clouds above
The airport hotel bar
That's where they want to be
Throw the money in the jar
And ring the bells of liberty
