Hey! I want to be your partner in the rackets And I'll be your accomplice in the crime Like jewel thieves in Saint Tropez We'll steal the precious nights away The angels smile on those who take their time
Take me to the cleaners I want to go to the cleaners Take me to the cleaners I will be creased and pressed
I want to be your comrade in the con-game And we'll conspire to untold dirty deeds Through custom's old deceitful web We'll smuggle love instead of Leb No sweat, no fear, no worry beads
Take me down to Sketchley's I must go down to Sketchley's Take me down to Sketchley's And drape me on a rail
Take me to the cleaners I want to go to the cleaners Take me to the cleaners And keep me out of jail
I want to share your handcuffs in the transit And be your co-defendant at the trial To hear these words on Judgement Day, "Not guilty, let them go their way" And know that we were laughing all the while
Take me to the Co-Op I want to go to the Co-Op Take me to the Co-Op I need to pop my cork
Take me to the cleaners I want to go to the cleaners Take me to the cleaners I must have more French chalk
Take me down to Safeway's I must go down to Safeway's Take me down to Safeway's Old Bill's on my Daily
Take me to the cleaners I want to go to the cleaners Take me to the cleaners But not to the Old BaileyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
