Squeeze - What the butler saw lyrics

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(Difford/Tilbrook)

WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.

Pacing through the flickering light

A velvet patch upon his eye

His pacing creaks the floorboards loose

As he tailors his thoughts for the truth around truths

But his butler keeps eyes through a hole in the door

What the butler don't see ain't a lot that's for sure

Francesca lays across the couch

They fight with words from mouth to mouth

And then with handfuls of her flesh

See how the zipper broke off of her dress

Strangling her neck with his hands in her gloves

The port and the brandy mix cocktails of love

The porchlight, the torchlight

The frosted morning lawn

The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn

On the tale of what the butler saw

He kept his world all to himself

And locked it tight inside his belt

But she preferred his belt undone

She bathed in his fortune but never his fun

He cracked on a mixture of opera and drink

The butler still fetches and carries for him

The butler dragged down to the lake

Francesca's body in a cape

No private eye was gonna trace this

The old man was shaking, his marbles were missed

The shadows and footprints and flickering lights

The butler's up late with a cold in his eye

The porchlight the torchlight the frosted morning lawn

The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn

On the tale of what the butler saw