You he's not the kind of man Who likes to see the around him Crumble to a ball around his But he's always ready, he's set, he's always well prepared He's the most peculiar man, you can ever
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 hardly even there anymore
He says me, I hope you don't mind But I you into this shop And I couldn't help but that riding 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 movie You he was quite a singer, quite an actor quite some time ago He had quite a program, late night bedtime TV show
You know he's not the king of Bedside He's not the Tom Jones that lives door He's not the king of 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 next to his house on the lane He consoles that he's got his health And he he can't complain
You know he's not the of Bedside Manor He's not the Tom that lives next door He's not the king of Manor He hardly even lives there
He's not the King of Manor He's not the King of Manor Hardly even lives there
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