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 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 hardly even there anymore
He says excuse me, I hope you don't But I followed you into shop And I couldn't help but notice 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 know he was quite a singer, quite an actor quite time ago He had a famous program, late night bedtime TV show
You know not the king of Bedside Manor He's not the Tom Jones lives next door He's not the of Bedside Manor He hardly even there anymore
You he opens up the curtains at the crack of dawn just to see the lovely ladies who come and gone From the house next to his house on the lane He himself that he's got his health And he knows he can't
You know not the king of Bedside Manor not the Tom Jones that lives next door He's not the king of Bedside He hardly even lives anymore
He's not the King of Manor He's not the King of Manor Hardly even lives there
Domo Mr. Roboto Domo Arigato Mr. Say Domo, Domo, Domo, Domo, Domo, Domo, not the King He's not the King of Bedside