Teddy The Dink Lyrics & Chords By Martha And The Muffins

Got a job in a bank sittin' at a desk,
Smirkin' at him all the intellects go by,
"Little bank boy on the make", they laugh,
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Can't they see?
He'll never be what they wanted hie to be.

Week nights home alone bachelor pad,
Tryin' to make the station break on T.V.,
Strappin' dudes in Jockey shorts with six-foot frames,
Tryin' to sell him cologne at a new low price.
Can't they see?
He'll never be what they wanted him to be.

He's Teddy the Dink
Livin' on the brink,
Money in his pocket,
He'll buy you a drink.
He's got his little woman,
But she cannot see,
He'll never be what she wanted him to be.
Teddy the Dink.

Headin' out on Friday night to dance a while,
Wearin' spiff shoes and a leisure suit,
Tryin' to get the courage to ask this chick to dance,
She sees he's on the make and looks the other way.
Can't she see?
He'll never be what she wanted him to be.