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 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 sluppity-slup... you suck it up.   It's warm and it's free.      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 a 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 a big pile of coats   And try to get yourself some sleep.   This life ain't swell   But what the hell.   You're warm and you're free.      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 a bar   And meet a middle age lady   And let her buy you a drink or two.   You look into her eyes   Till she says "I've got a son   About the very same ag 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.   It's warm and it's free.      Warm and Free.   Warm and Free.   That's all it takes......[fades]