Live With Me

I've got nasty habits

I take tea at trhee

And the meat I eat for dinner

Must be hung up for a week

My best friend he shoots waters rats

And feed them to his geese

Don-cha think there's a place for you

In between the sheets?

Come on now honey, we can built a home for three

Come on now honey, don't you want to live with me?

And there's a score of hare-brained children

There are a-locked in the nursery

They got ear-phone heads

They got dirty necks

They're so tweentieth century

Well, they queue up for bathroom round about 7.35

But don-cha 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?

On the servants they're so helpful dear!

The cook she is a whore

the butler has a place for her

Behind the pantry door

The maid, she's French, she's got no sense

She's from Crazy Horse

And when she strips, the chauffeur flips

The footman's eyes get crossed

Don-cha think there's a place for us

Right across the street?

Don-cha you think there's a place for you

In between the sheets?

Don-cha you think there's a place for you

Come on live with me