Chuck E.'s in Love - Rickie Lee Jones

How come he don’t come and P.L.P.

with me

Down at the meter no more?

And how come he turn off the TV

And hang that sign on the door?

Well, we call, and we call

«How come?», we say

Hey, what could make a boy behave this way, yeah?

Well, he learned all of the lines now

And every time

He don’t, uh, stutter when he talks

And it’s true, it’s true

He sure has acquired

This kind of cool and inspired sort of jazz when he walks

Where’s his jacket and his old blue jeans?

If, if this ain’t healthy, it is some kinda clean

But that means that Chuck E.'s in love, my, my

Chuck E.'s in love, love, love, love

Chuck E.'s in love, uh-huh

Chuck E.'s in

I don’t believe what you’re saying to me

This is something that I’ve got to see

Is he here?

I look in the pool hall

But is he here?

I look in the drugstore

But is he here?

No, he don’t come here no more

Well, I tell you what

I saw him

He was sittin' behind us

Down at the Pantages

And whatever it is

That he’s got up his sleeve

Well, I hope it isn’t contagious

What’s her name?

Is that her there?

Oh, Christ, I think he’s even combed his hair

And is that her?

Well, then, what’s her name?

Oh, it’s never gonna be the same

That’s not her

I know what’s wrong

Cause Chuck E.'s in love with the little girl singing this song

And don’t you know

Chuck E.'s in love, yeah, yeah

Chuck E.'s in love, love, love, love

Chuck E.'s in love, my, my

Chuck E.'s in

Chuck E.'s in love

Chuck E.'s in love

He’s in love, love, love with me