Margo and Harold

I don’t want to go to dinner with Margo and Harold
I don’t like the way he looks at you
Or the way she looks at me, where they look at each other
Like we’re just part of some private joke
I don’t want to go to dinner with Margo and Harold
No matter how good the food
I don’t want to make small talk, innuendo
Or go for a ride in Harold’s Corvette
I’m scared of the basement of Harold’s Pawn Shop
I’ve heard tales of what goes down there
Mid-life crises, high on Di lauded, Valium and crystal myth
Harold and Margo, feeling no pain, fifty and crazy, big hair and cocaine
If they call on the phone, tell them I’m not home
That night with Margo was a long time ago
And it makes me nervous how much Harold knows
And the way he looks at you
I don’t want to hear why Harold’s now skinny
I don’t want to see Margo’s bikini
So if they call, tell them you ain’t seen me or that I’m in too much pain
Harold and Margo, taking aim, horny and loaded, big hair and cocaine