Our love was new,
But your bedspreads were old.
In the flat below,
They stopped eating
With forks in the air.
They made the old sour puss
Climb the stairs
and squint through the keyhole,
While we went right ahead
Making the springs toot,
Playing “Low Down on the Bayou,”
Playing “Big Legend Mama,”
Playing “Shake It Baby”
And “Carolina Shout.”
That was the limit!
They called the fire brigade.
They called the Law.
They could’ve brought some hooch,
We told the cops.