Loudon Wainwright III - Breakfast In Bed lyrics

rate me

Well I wake up in the morning

And I can't get out of bed

You're lying in there with me

We stay put instead

I grind the beans, squeeze the juice

And butter up the toast

That takes about an hour

Ninety minutes at the most

I like my breakfast in my bed

I could use a bite

Just pick up where you left off

On my shoulder late last night

I mean to say I'm hungry

But it's not for food

When I'm on your empty stomach

It must mean I'm in the mood

Just a couple of consumers

Every morning me and you

We keep consummating

What else is there to do?

We hardly go out any more

Mostly we stay in

All I do these days is you

Baby that's no sin

I go down for a newspaper

And to see if there's some post

I always wear my dressing gown

I don't want to boast

But I give you some good news

Every morning without fail

Then I drop that dressing gown

I give you your mail

The ruckus that we're making

It's amazing I'm afraid

We're making out all of the time

The bed never gets made

The phone rings, we don't answer it

Callers become enraged

The message on the machine

Says we're practically engaged

In bed like John and Yoko

We're giving peace a chance

All that we are saying is 'where's my underpants?'

After breakfast we get antsy

Then we start to slouch

We head for the loving room

Let's do lunch on the couch

Do lunch on the couch