That's him at the other end of the bar
The best to come in in a while
Not exactly the type to show all of his cards
But I think I just spotted a smile
Well now I fully intend to find that one man to spend
All my ever afters with
But I've been looking so long And so far so wrong
You know
something's got to give
He ain't Mr. Right but he's Mr. Right now Well
we all gotta get through the night somehow
He ain't Mr. Right but he's Mr. Right now
I promised myself when I walked through the
door I swore I was gonna refrain But I can't
keep my life on hold anymore Just waiting for my luck to change
A little more drinking and a little less
thinking And I sure could like what I see
I have paid my dues with those last call
blues You know this one is leaving with me
He ain't Mr. Right but he's Mr. Right now Well
we all gotta get through the night somehow
He ain't Mr. Right but he's Mr. Right now
I'm telling you sister it's easy to see
That the gist of this mister is no mystery
He ain't Mr. Right but he's Mr. Right now
Well he might do me right and he might do me wrong
But as long as he'll do me we'll keep going on
Well he's old and he's short and he's bald and he's fat
But at ten after two, woo, I like him like that
He ain't Mr. Right,
oh no he's my mister not quite
Exactly the genius I planned But he
sits and he begs and he barks on command
He ain't Mr. Right,
wow,
wow,
wow He ain't Mr. Right,
no,
I don't give a damn
About those cards that he stole I'm just
thrilled and delighted he's out on parole
He's my mister tonight He ain't Mr. Right but he's Mr. Right now
The crowd wants to hear, smut, smut, smut
That
was written by my friend Amy Powers
with Jeff Franzel and I just love it.
Well,
the characters in these next two songs
share a common theme,
which I kind of like
to think of as
a desperate hope.