How would you like
a two -year contract,
say at 30 a week?
Are you joking?
Well, make it 35.
You mean you'd pay me to
write my own songs?
Well, that's all it's...
Oh. Why not?
Let's start with this one.
Play it for me, young man.
It won't help to fight my appeal,
not much, it's such, let's touch
It's true, evacuate now,
something's coming up under the ground
We drove, we drove all night
and now's the time to take off
But I will touch, and let's touch,
let's touch
We both see him every day
from 9 a .m. till 5
He writes our checks
and he thinks we're his slaves
He behaves like we both should be
grateful for all that he does
And we are, but there's never time to play
We called in sick,
so we're still getting paid
He never guessed there's
a bloody romance
Right underneath his nose
And we'd be both knocked
out of the game
If he took out the rulebook
and pointed to Pyrograph 41 -A
It's as plain as the day
Under the moon
On several terms
we'll have ecstasy in this company
So let's judge
Let's send him to hell
with an on -voyage
Very well, let's slack
Let's bump and grind
Can't you see that your love
is my only crutch?
So set it right under my arm
It won't do any harm
I need you so much
Let's feel, let's feel
Let's touch, let's touch
Let's touch, touch, touch