Live With Me

Ive 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 theres a place for you
In between the sheets?
Come on now honey, we can built a home for three
Come on now honey, dont you want to live with me?
And theres a score of hare-brained children
There are a-locked in the nursery
They got ear-phone heads
They got dirty necks
Theyre so tweentieth century
Well, they queue up for bathroom round about 7.35
But don-cha think we need a womans touch
to make it come alive?
Youd look good pram pushing down the High Street
Come on now honey, dont you want to live with me?
On the servants theyre so helpful dear!
The cook she is a whore
the butler has a place for her
Behind the pantry door
The maid, shes French, shes got no sense
Shes from Crazy Horse
And when she strips, the chauffeur flips
The footmans eyes get crossed
Don-cha think theres a place for us
Right across the street?
Don-cha you think theres a place for you
In between the sheets?
Don-cha you think theres a place for you
Come on live with me