Now sing this to yourself:
Lady Godiva, peasants at your feet Suddenly you wonder how they make ends meet Husband takes the money when they pay the rent Did you think that money was heaven sent? Begging him to give the poor their stores back Sunday has you creeping like a nun He'll do it if you streak the town on horseback See how they run! Thomas the peeper, gazing at your breast Wonders if he'll manage to see the rest. Peeping through a knothole, blinded by delight Monday's when he traded that to lose his sight. Tuesday afternoon is neverending Wednesday morning's income didn't come Thursday night your stocking needed mending See how they run! Lady Godiva, servants at your feet Suddenly you wonder how you'll make ends meet.