(Shel Silverstein)      Warm and free, warm and free   That's all it takes to get a hold on me   Warm and free, warm and free   You never know how low you can be.      Till you go into an an all-night cafe   Grab somebody's dirty old cup   Walk right up to the hot water boiler   And fill that sucker up.      Then you add some ketchup, salt and tabasco   Sure smells good to me   Then sloopity-slop you suck it up   It's warm and it's free.      Oh warm and free, warm and free   That's all it takes to get a hold on me   Warm and free, warm and free   You never know how low you can be.      Till you sneak into a party on the Saturday night   And say hey I'm a friend of Stan's   And you ease into the kitchen open up the fridge   And gobble up everything you can.      Then you crawl into the bed neath the big pile o' coats   And try to get yourself some sleep   This life ain't swell but what the hell   You're warm and you're free.      Oh warm and free, warm and free   That's all it takes to get a hold on me   Warm and free, warm and free   You never know how low you can be.      Till you go into the bar and meet a middle aged lady   Let her buy you a drink or two   You look into her eyes till she says   I've got a son bout the very same age as you.      Then you say you remind me of my very own mama   As her hand slips to your knee   She ain't Raquel but what the hell   Ut's warm and it's free.      Oh, warm and free, warm and free   That's all it takes to get a hold on me   Warm and free, warm and free   You never know how low you can be...