Luxembourg

<br>Dressed up like a dogs dinner<br><br>Butter wouldnt melt in your mouth<br><br>If this is a dogs life<br><br>Then youre the cats clothes<br><br>They hire out your sons<br><br>And hire out your daughters<br><br>The man from abroad says hes already bought her<br><br>And now you look like a lover but youre only a tourist<br><br><br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Youre either talking or yawning<br><br>You didnt listen to a thing you heard<br><br>Dont start your morning moaning or you might wake up in luxembourg<br><br><br><br>You get over<br><br>Youre worried by her body<br><br>Shes worryin about her bodily odour<br><br>You pull off<br><br>The pull over<br><br>You say that you love her when you really loathe her<br><br>Serves you right now she wants you to feed her and clothe her<br><br><br><br>Chorus<br><br><br><br>Theyre smiling sweetly while theyre looking daggers<br><br>Kick you where it really matters<br><br>Send all your friends to coventry<br><br>And look for your name in last nights obituaries<br><br><br><br>If youve got the deutschmarks<br><br>If youve got the yen, then<br><br>You get the shirt off her back and the clock off big ben<br><br>Somebodys soft touch<br><br>Struck all these bargains<br><br>In the drinking clubs with the council men making<br><br>Plans to put lead back in their pencils again<br><br><br><br>Chorus