It's out of the question
Between you and me
Is it pleasure or business?
A drink or two, or a packet of three?

I got up, and I rolled over
Tell me why I bother
I've seen enough of her
Now she wants me to feed her and clothe her

You're either talking or yawning
So don't come around too soon
Don't start your morning moaning
Until seven o' clock in the afternoon
Seven o' clock in the afternoon
Seven o' clock in the afternoon

You got me in stitches
Stitch me up this time
From urges to itches
Start to reply this girl of mine

I call up
I get over
Supposed to be a slap-up
Now I wish she'd wrap up
Worrying about her bodily odor
You're either talking or yawning
So don't come around too soon
Don't start your morning moaning
Until seven o' clock in the afternoon
Seven o' clock in the afternoon
Seven o' clock in the afternoon
Seven o' clock in the afternoon

You're either talking or yawning
So don't come around too soon
Either find your morning moaning
Until seven o' clock in the afternoon
Seven o' clock in the afternoon
Seven o' clock in the afternoon