Kate Cleaver's House - Hefner

I shave myself with blunt razors

My clothes they do me no favors

I go to a restaurant where the skirts

On the waitresses are far too short

I throw salt over my shoulder

For good luck 'cause now I walk over

To Kate Cleaver’s house to tell her

That I want her back with me

Never had the strength to look her in the eye

Now I’ve lost my patience and I’m telling her why

Monday she works for the national health

Tuesday she works for herself

Wednesday she went to the pictures with Katherine

Thursday with everyone else

Friday she drank herself into a stupor

And slept through to Saturday night

But Sunday for all the day, she would be mine

All I need are the drugs and a sharp attitude

She’s got holes in her tights and holes in her story

But I approve

All I need is a dentist, to fix up my teeth

She wears a frown

But there’s a smile I can see underneath

Never had the strength to look her in the eye

Now I’ve lost my patience and I’m telling her why

Monday she works for the national health

Tuesday she works for herself

Wednesday she went to the pictures with Katherine

Thursday with everyone else

Friday she drank herself into a stupor

And slept through to Saturday night

But Sunday for all the day, she would be mine