The King of Bedside Manor

You know he's not the kind of man who likes to see the world around him

Crumble to a ball around his feet

But he's always ready, he's always set, he's always well prepared

He's the most peculiar man you'll ever meet

You know he's not the king of Bedside Manor

He's not the Tom Jones that lives next door

He's not the king of Bedside Manor

He hardly even lives there anymore

He says excuse me, I hope you don't mind, but

I followed you into this shop, and

I couldn't help but notice that riding crop

Sticking out of your haversack, well, I

I wouldn't mind riding you bareback

He's subtle on the dance floor and he's suave around the bar

He's a quickdraw with a lighter, he's a pseudo movie star

You know he was quite a singer, quite an actor

Quite some time ago

He had quite a famous program, late night bedtime TV show

You know he's not the king of Bedside Manor

He's not the Tom Jones that lives next door, no, not anymore, no way!

He's not the king of Bedside Manor, yeah

He hardly even lives there anymore

You know, he opens up the curtains at the crack of dawn

Just to see the lovely ladies who have come and gone

From the house next door to his house on the lane

He consoles himself that he's got his health and he knows he can't complain

You know he's not the king of Bedside Manor

He's not the Tom Jones that lives next door, no, not anymore, no way!

He's not the king of Bedside Manor

He hardly even lives there anymore

He's not the King of Bedside Manor

He's not the King of Bedside Manor

Hardly even lives there anymore

Six!

Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto

Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto

Said, domo, domo, domo, domo

Domo, domo, domo, domo

Domo-domo-domo-domo-domo-domo-domo-domo-domo-domo-domo-domo-domo

He's not the king, he's not the king, he's not the king of Bedside Manor