Well there's a man I know At least I used to years ago I didn't really mind He used to come 'round all the time ♪ Of course, he had to be fed I had to give him a bed He used to kip on my sofa They used to call him a loafer ♪ I've heard he's changed A lot since then But some of his ways He just can't mend ♪ Told the other day That he'd offered to pay He didn't like his dad He earned all he ever had ♪ He didn't have no shame He was a master at his game He never showed his hand He was the bed and breakfast man Oh, oh, he was, he was the better bed and breakfast man And, and he was, he was the better bed and breakfast man And, and he was, he was the better bed and breakfast man And, and he was, he was the better bed and breakfast man And, and he was, he was the better bed and breakfast man And, and he was, he was the better, bed and breakfast man And, and he was, he was the better, bed and breakfast man And, and he was the better bed and breakfast man