Dave's True Story - Ned's Big Dutch Wife lyrics

Ned has a big Dutch wife She sweeps the floors and makes the beds Ned leads a simple life But Ned doesn't know his wife While he's off at work all day She runs a brothel down in Vissertown Skimming the daily take And stashing the loot away Life on the edge is grueling Day in, day out The evenings she spends retooling Those powerful thighs Ned has a big Dutch wife And she has a top-shelf clientele She has this special room Where no one can hear a thing The men with their inner lives As grim and as grainy as Super 8 There's no manner of appetite That Ned's big Dutch wife won't sate Sometimes they bring her roses Don't bring roses Some might look down their noses But that's no surprise While Ned's in his bed asleep She stuffs a bag with her hard-earned pay And dreams when the bag is full Of traveling far away Traveling far away Ned has a big Dutch wife She sweeps the floors and makes the beds Ned doesn't know his life And Ned doesn't know his wife