Well, there's a man I know   At least, I used to years ago   I didn't really mind   He used to come 'round all the time      Of course, he had to be fed   I had to give him a bed   He used to kip on my sofa   They used to call him, a loafer      I've heard he's changed   A lot since then   But some of his ways   He just can't mend      Told the other day   That he'd offered to pay   He didn't like his dad   He earned all he ever had      He didn't have no shame   He was a master at his game   He never showed his hand   He was the bed and breakfast man      He was, he was the bed and breakfast man