Lyrics: Joanne The samples won't delay but the cable- Mark There's another way Say something, anything Joanne Test one, two, three Mark Anything but that Joanne This is weird Mark It's weird Joanne Very weird Mark Fucking weird Joanne I'm so mad that I don't know what to do Fighting with microphones Freezing down to my bones And to top it all off, I'm with you Mark Feel like going insane Got a fire in your brain And you're thinking of drinking gasoline Joanne As a matter of fact Mark Honey, I know this act It's called the Tango Maureen The Tango Maureen It's a dark, dizzy merry-go-round As she keeps you dangling Joanne You're wrong Mark Your heart she is mangling Joanne It's different with me Mark And you toss and you turn 'Cause her cold eyes can burn Yet you yearn, and you churn, and rebound Joanne I think I know what you mean Both The Tango Maureen Mark Has she ever pouted her lips and called you pookie? Joanne Never Mark Have you ever doubted a kiss or two? Joanne This is spooky Did you swoon when she walked through the door? Mark Every time so be cautious Joanne Did she moon over other boys? Mark More than moon Joanne I'm getting nauseous Mark Where'd you learn to tango? Joanne With the French ambassador's daughter In her dorm room at Miss Porter's And you? Mark With Nanette Himmelfarb, the Rabbi's daughter At the Scarsdale Jewish Community Center It's hard to do this backwards Joanne You should try it in heels She cheated Mark She cheated Joanne Maureen cheated Mark Fucking cheated Joanne I'm defeated I should give up right now Mark Gotta look on the bright side with all of your might Joanne I'd fall for her still anyhow Both When you're dancing her dance You don't stand a chance Her grip of romance makes you fall Mark So you think might as well Joanne Dance a tango to hell Both At least I'll have tangoed at all The Tango Maureen Gotta dance till your diva is through You pretend to believe her 'Cause in the end you can't leave her But the end it will come Still you hafta play dumb Till you're glum and you bum and turn blue Mark Why do we love when she's mean? Joanne And she can be so obscene My Maureen Both The Tango Maureen