Hey Mrs. Grey Are you awake yet ? Your beauty sleep is just a dream Those lines on your face They tell your story So now it's time for laser beam
Ah look at you A thousand miles above the ground You're not coming down Ah what a view You drift about You're spinning down You're not coming down
Hey Mr. Blue You feeling randy ? Do you still flirt with her next door ? Wearing that dress Nicked from your mother It does not fit you anymore
Hey Mrs. Green Who's that you're out with ? He's twenty five, but not your son Show him your bits It's what you're there for This woman's weekly keeps you young