We work too many hours,
For very, little pay,
With a giant hill of bills,
Growing higher everyday.

We'll never reach the summit,
Regardless what we do,
So let's do something better,
Something good for me and you.

We won't need these clothes to do it,
But you can keep your high heels on,
Your garter belt - silk stockings,
Your legs are strong and long!

It won't cost us one red cent,
And it's a fine use of our time,
You can say, it's time well spent,
Just to sip the rarest wine.

If you want to tear my clothes off,
Be the boss and take command,
It is your prerogative,
If you want to be the man.

To hell with these damn bills,
They don't mean a fucking thing,
I don't need no fucking bills,
When I hear the songs you sing.

You cure me of my ills,
Treat me like a British king,
With your box of thrills,
Fit for a British queen.

You have delightful toys,
Whips and chains and rings,
A pretty box of joy,
Gizmos, clamps, and springs.

We toil too many hours,
For very, little pay,
Near a mountain of bills,
That is always in our way.

We'll never reach the summit,
No matter what we do,
So let's do something sweeter,
Something sweet for me and you.