Well you've been scratching around in the basementLooking for somewhere to hideMaking your own entertainmentTrying hard to salvage some prideWell you're the last of the original orphansAnd baby you're a wonderful friendI love the way you say I'm forgivenAnd that I don't have to pretendI'm no squeezeWell I'm no Monday's childTell me pleaseHalf a made up storyOf syncopated gloryOf when you and the kid ran wildAnd I know your kindYou've got a dirty mindYou think that half the world's gone blindWell don't yaAnd I can't get onWhile you should be just good as goneWhen everything you say sounds wrongOh yes it doesOh baby why don't yaWell you say you only want to amuse meJust flash me that toothless smileYou tie me up in words that confuse meAnd terrorize me all the whileAw you're so tweeAnd you're so very dimEvery time we meetYou tell me of the timeWhen you wish that you was mineAnd now it hurts you when you try to beginAnd I know your kindYou've got a filthy mindYou think that half the world's gone blindWell don't yaAnd I can't get onWhile you should be just good as goneWhen everything you say sounds wrongOh yes it doesOh baby why don't yaOh baby why don't yaOhI know your kindYou've got a filthy mindYou think that half the world's gone blindDon't yaAnd I can't get onWhile you should be just good as goneWhen everything you say sounds wrongOh yes it doesOh baby why don't yaOh baby why don't yaOh baby why don't yaOh baby why don't ya