That's right I aim to please    That's right I aim to please    I'm acting like some kind of Victorian serf child    I have considered the possibility of trading fluids    On the platform of the underground station    But I have watched and I have seen    And I have counted all the passers-by    Me and my friend here we have been engaged    In a search for some time months now    For houses hotels and highlights, experienced midwives    For money to turn into medicine    And what do we find?    What do we find?    What do we find?    A shocking lack thereof. But wait...       Wear your moonboots, they suit you too       And more like Elvis Presley on the booze    Believe that you have everything to lose    That's right I aim to please    That's right I aim to please    Pay a visit to a nurse to have your head deloused    Talk for hours about the politics of Mickey Mouse    You know how it is    Nighttimes, gotta get out of the house    Gotta get out of the house    Gotta get out of the house    Gotta get out of the house       My life is for pleasure, a wiggle in flesh    I'm soaked and in malice, I'm all in distress       And as I was promised my life is for rage    My guide is a drunk and a female bouquet       My life's been mistaken for garbage and gold    My life is in private, I gotta move on 'till I'm old    'Till I'm old, 'till I'm old    I gotta move on 'till I'm old    I gotta move on 'till I'm old    That's right I aim to please    'Till I'm old, 'till I'm gone    'Till I'm gone, 'till I'm gone