Dressed up like a dog's dinner    Butter wouldn't melt on your paws    If this is a 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    And now you look like a lover but you're only a tourist    Chorus:    You're either 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'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       Chorus       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       If 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    Struck all these bargains    In the drinking clubs with the council men   Making plans to put lead back in their pencils again       Chorus