The money won't last forever -- rent man called twice today. I hope some day you'll find me in the Lap of Luxury. Searched for a new apartment but they don't grow on trees. Just want to lay my head in the Lap of Luxury. Stepped out on a new horizon -- felt a new spring in my feet. Found a job, it could set me up dangling in the Lap of Luxury. And the gaffer is a man of substance -- drives a Jag and takes high tea. Lives beyond the industrial wasteland, laughing in the Lap of Luxury. I need money, now, to soothe my heart! Buy me a Datsun or Toyota -- get the tax man to agree all expenses I can muster from the Lap of Luxury.
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