You know he's not the kind of man Who likes to see the world around him Crumble to a ball around his feet. So he's always ready, He's always set, he's always well prepared, He's the most peculiar man you'll ever meet.
You know he's not the king of Bedside Manor. He's not the Tom Jones that lives next door. He's not the king of Bedside Manor. He hardly even lives there anymore.
He says excuse me, Hope you don't mind that I followed you into this shop But I couldn't help but notice that riding crop Sticking out of your haversack, I wouldn't mind riding you bareback.
He's subtle on the dancefloor He's suave around the bar He's a quickdraw with a lighter, He's a pseudo movie star.
You know he was quite a singer, Quite an actor, Quite some time ago. He had quite a famous program, Late night bedtime tv show.
You know he's not the king of Bedside Manor. He's not the Tom Jones that lives next door. He's not the king of Bedside Manor. He hardly even lives there anymore.
Well he opens up the curtains at the crack of dawn Just to see the lovely ladies who have come and gone From the house next door to his house on the lane,
He consoles himself That he's got his health and He knows he can't complain.
You know he's not the king of Bedside Manor. He's not the Tom Jones that lives next door. He's not the king of Bedside Manor. He hardly even lives there anymore.
He's not the King of Bedside Manor He's not the King of Bedside Manor Hardly even lives there anymore.
Domo Arigato Mr. Roboto Domo Arigato Mr. Roboto Domo, domo, domo...
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