Dressed up like a dog's dinner The butter wouldn't melt on your paws If this is dog's life then you're the cat's clothes They hire out your sons and hire out your daughters The man from abroad says he's already bought her Now you look like a lover but you're only a tourist You're talking or yawning You didn't listen to a thing you heard Don't start your morning moaning Or you might wake up in Luxembourg You get over, you get over You're worried by her body She's worryin' about her bodily odour You pull off, the pull over You say that you love her when you really loathe her Serves you right now she wants you to feed her and clothe her You're talking or yawning You didn't listen to a thing you heard Don't start your morning moaning Or you might wake up in Luxembourg Where they're smiling sweetly while they're looking daggers Kick you where it really matters Send all your friends to coventry and Look for your name in last night's obituaries You've got the Deutschmarks If you've got the yen, then You get the shirt off her back And the clock off Big Ben Somebody's soft touch I'm tired of these bargains In the drinking clubs with the council men making Plans to put lead back in their pencils again You're talking or yawning You didn't listen to a thing you heard Don't start your morning moaning Or you might wake up in Luxembourg Well, well, well, well Well, well, well Well, well, well Well, you know it I said well [Incomprehensible] © BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com