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I wanna tell you 'bout my mountain home
Where all the ladies' names are Joan
Where husband works back late at night
Hopes are up for trousers down with a hostess on a business flight
Oh, taxi in a Mercedes drive
I hope that driver's comin' out alive
The garden, it is dorseted, that lady, she's so corseted
She's got fifteen ways to lead that boy astray
He thinks he's one and only, but that lovely, she's so lonely
She pumps him full of breakfast and she sends him on his way