Luxembourg Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Dressed up like a dog's dinner 

The butter wouldn't melt on your paws 

If this is dog's life then you're the cat's clothes 

They hire out your sons and hire out your daughters 

The man from abroad says he's already bought her 

Now you look like a lover but you're only a tourist 

You're talking or yawning 

You didn't listen to a thing you heard 

Don't start your morning moaning 

Or you might wake up in Luxembourg 

You get over, you get over 

You're worried by her body 

She's worryin' about her bodily odour 

You pull off, the pull over 

You say that you love her when you really loathe her 

Serves you right now she wants you to feed her and clothe her 

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You're talking or yawning 

You didn't listen to a thing you heard 

Don't start your morning moaning 

Or you might wake up in Luxembourg 

Where they're smiling sweetly while they're looking daggers 

Kick you where it really matters 

Send all your friends to coventry and 

Look for your name in last night's obituaries 

You've got the Deutschmarks 

If you've got the yen, then 

You get the shirt off her back 

And the clock off Big Ben 

Somebody's soft touch 

I'm tired of these bargains 

In the drinking clubs with the council men making 

Plans to put lead back in their pencils again 

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You're talking or yawning 

You didn't listen to a thing you heard 

Don't start your morning moaning 

Or you might wake up in Luxembourg 

Well, well, well, well 

Well, well, well 

Well, well, well 

Well, you know it 

I said well 

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