Margo and Harold - Drive-By Truckers

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