Warm and free
Warm and free
That's all it takes to get a hold on me
Warm and free
Warm and free
You never know how low you can be
Till you go into an all-night cafe
Grab somebody's dirty old cup
Walk right up to the hot water boiler
And fill that sucker up
Then you add some ketchup
Salt and tabasco
Sure smells good to me
Then sloopity-slop
You suck it up
It's warm and it's free
Oh, warm and free
Warm and free
That's all it takes to get a hold on me
Warm and free
Warm and free
You never know how low you can be
Till you sneak into a party
On the Saturday night
And say hey I'm a friend of Stan's
And you ease into the kitchen
Open up the fridge
And gobble up everything you can
Then you crawl into the bed
Neath the big pile of coats
And try to get yourself some sleep
This life ain't swell but what the hell
You're warm and you're free
Oh, warm and free
Warm and free
That's all it takes to get a hold on me
Warm and free
Warm and free
You never know how low you can be
Till you go into the bar
And meet a middle aged lady
Let her buy you a drink or two
You look into her eyes
Till she says I've got a son
About the very same age as you
Then you say you remind me
Of my very own mama
As her hand slips to your knee
She ain't Raquel but what the hell
It's warm and it's free
Oh, warm and free
Warm and free
That's all it takes to get a hold on me
Warm and free
Warm and free
You never know how low you can be
Warm and free
Warm and free
That's all it takes to get a hold on me