Room service Knockin' on my door
As I lose myself and slipped away
You know me
I'm no fool, no work and all play
Surely
Maybe we can work something out
Oh, we're way past anger
I'm guessing you ain't much one for barter
A gasp escapes me
No explanation
My Lazarus manhood
Stands to attention one last time
And I can't understand
This wasn't part of the plan
This punishment for my misadventure
And I can't comprehend
This wasn't part of the plan
This punishment for my misadventure
Pantyhose? That's how it goes
And I wouldn't eat that Toblerone if I were you
No, no, no, no
I don't care what the coroner finds
But I'm sure he'll find it in my behind
Just hide the stockings, and the lipstick
You can leave the cow wrapped around my neck
Only fitting as I milked myself
Let the turndown know to bring an extra sheet
And I can't understand
This wasn't part of the plan
This punishment for my misadventure
And I can't comprehend
This wasn't part of the plan
This punishment for my misadventure
Now milk me dry
Say sorry to my mother
Hide the lipstick from my father