I’ve got nasty habits
I take tea at three
Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner
It must be hung up for a week
My best friend he shoots water rats
And feeds them to his geese
Don’tcha think there’s a place for you
In between the sheets?
Come on now, honey
We can build a home for three
Come on now, honey
Don’t you want to live with me?
And there’s a score of hair-brained children
They are a-locked in the nursery
They got earphone heads
They got dirty necks
They’re so twentieth-century
Well, they queue up for the bathroom
Round about seven thirty-five
But don’tcha think we need a woman’s touch
To make it come alive?
You’d look good pram
Pushing down the High Street
Come on now, honey
Don’t you want to live with me?
Oh, the servants
They’re so helpful, dear
The cook, she is a whore
Yeah, the butler has a place for her
Behind the pantry door
The maid, she’s French
She’s got no sense
She’s from the Crazy Horse
And when she strips
The chauffeur flips
The footman’s eyes get crossed
Don’tcha think there’s a place for us
Right across the street?
Don’tcha think there’s a place for you
In between the sheets?
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