No Dough

No dough, no place to go

Art deco on the late night show

We'll climb into bed

Do like we said and lie spooned

And you give your love to me

Then I'll give it back to you

Pass the chips

You've got salt on your lips

Not the news

It gives you the blues

Help you off with your shoes

Then I'll scratch your back

Then I'll do the same to you

Feels good

Feels so good

Feels so good to be alive

No dough, but no place to go

Art deco on the late night show

We'll climb into bed

Do like we said and lie spooned

How else should people be

When they're on their honeymoon?

There'll be just you and me

On our honeymoon?

Oh baby, can't you see

Us on our honeymoon?

(Honeymoon)

Hey, baby, can't you see us

(Honeymoon)

On our honeymoon?

(Honeymoon)

Hey, baby, can't you see us

(Honeymoon)

On our honeymoon?

(Honeymoon)

Hey, baby, can't you see us

(Honeymoon)

On our honeymoon?

(Honeymoon)