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