originally by Rolling Stones



I've got nasty habits, I take tea at three

Yes and the meat I eat for dinner must be hung up for a week

My best friend he shoots water rats and feeds them to his geese

Dontcha 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 hare-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 dontcha 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

Yes 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

Dontcha think there's a place for us right across the street

Dontcha think there's a place for you in between the sheets