Yes, Mr. Rodgers
I'm living in sin with your daughter
No, Mr. Rodgers
We don't have separate rooms
Mr. Rodgers, I guess
You could use one more scotch and water
Gee Mr. Rodgers
Do you have to be leaving so soon?
No, Mr. Rodgers
I ain't found work, but I'm looking
I'm sure, Mr. Rodgers
You must have heard times are tight
Yes, Mr. Rodgers
She works and I do the cooking
No, Mr. Rodgers
I won't step outside and fight
And I hope that Mrs. Rodgers
Cough gets better
Maybe she could phone sometime
Or write her daughter a letter
No, Mr. Rodgers
But thanks a lot for the offer
If she wanted a ring
I think I could buy one myself
But you see that she's pleased
With the plain string of beads I got her
So you see, Mr. Rodgers
Your daughter ain't going to hell
And I hope that Mrs. Rodgers
Cough gets better
Maybe she could phone sometime
Or maybe write her daughter a letter
Yeah, Mr. Rodgers
I'm a living in sin with your daughter
No, Mr. Rodgers
We don't have separate rooms
Mr. Rodgers, I guess
You could use one more scotch and water
Gee, Mr. Rodgers
Do you have to be leaving so soon?
Yeah, Mr. Rodgers
Do you have to be leaving so soon?