You know not the kind of man Who to see the world around him Crumble to a around his feet But he's ready, he's always set, he's always well prepared the most peculiar man, you can ever meet
You he's not the king of Bedside Manor not the Tom Jones that lives next door He's not the king of Bedside He even lives there anymore
He says excuse me, I hope you mind But I followed you this shop And I couldn't help but notice that crop out of your haversack Well I mind riding you bareback
He's subtle on the dancefloor and he's around the bar He's a quickdraw with a lighter, he's a pseudo star You know he was quite a singer, an actor quite some time ago He had quite a famous program, late bedtime TV show
You he's not the king of Bedside Manor He's not the Tom Jones that lives door He's not the of Bedside Manor He hardly even there anymore
You he opens up the curtains at the crack of dawn to see the lovely ladies who have come and gone From the house door to his house on the lane He consoles himself that he's got his And he he can't complain
You know not the king of Bedside Manor He's not the Tom Jones that lives door He's not the king of Manor He hardly even there anymore
He's not the King of Bedside not the King of Bedside Manor Hardly lives there anymore
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