Loudon Wainwright Iii - Breakfast In Bed lyrics

Well I wake up in the morning And I can't get out of bed You're lying in there with me We stay put instead I grind the beans, squeeze the juice And bu*ter up the toast That takes about an hour Ninety minutes at the most I like my breakfast in my bed I could use a bite Just pick up where you left off On my shoulder late last night I mean to say I'm hungry But it's not for food When I'm on your empty stomach It must mean I'm in the mood Just a couple of consumers Every morning me and you We keep consummating What else is there to do? We hardly go out any more Mostly we stay in All I do these days is you Baby that's no sin I go down for a newspaper And to see if there's some post I always wear my dressing gown I don't want to boast But I give you some good news Every morning without fail Then I drop that dressing gown I give you your mail The ruckus that we're making It's amazing I'm afraid We're making out all of the time The bed never gets made The phone rings, we don't answer it Callers become enraged The message on the machine Says we're practically engaged In bed like John and Yoko We're giving peace a chance All that we are saying is "where's my underpants?" After breakfast we get antsy Then we start to slouch We head for the loving room Let's do lunch on the couch Do lunch on the couch