rent man called twice today.
I hope some day you'll find me
in the Lap of Luxury.
Searched for a new apartment
but they don't grow on trees.
Just want to lay my head
in the Lap of Luxury.
Stepped out on a new horizon --
felt a new spring in my feet.
Found a job, it could set me up
dangling in the Lap of Luxury.
And the gaffer is a man of substance --
drives a Jag and takes high tea.
Lives beyond the industrial wasteland,
laughing in the Lap of Luxury.
I need money, now, to soothe my heart!
Buy me a Datsun or Toyota --
get the tax man to agree
all expenses I can muster
from the Lap of Luxury
