i know of a groovy place
where every girl of every race
age
and bra size
and iq
goes when she feels broke or blue
it's a place more women stay
than the ywca
go there once
you get the key
so every girl's been there but me
where's a minx get minks to wear
why
my husband's pied-a-terre
in two drinks
you think she'll care
that's my husband's pied-a-terre
every alley cat in town
knows my husband's flat in town
better get your derriere
to my husband's pied-a-terre
love is in the very air
of my husband's pied-a-terre
i understand the latest fad
is my husband's bachelor pad
all the classes mingle there
at my husband's pied-a-terre
there is not one single chair
in my husband's pied-a-terre
when i find this loony bin
i am going to do him in