You must think my bedÐ?Ñ?Ð?Ð?Ð?â?¢s a bus stop
By the way you come and go
I ainÐ?Ñ?Ð?Ð?Ð?â?¢t seen you with the lights on
Two nights in a row
So pack your rusty razor,
And donÐ?Ñ?Ð?Ð?Ð?â?¢t bother with goodbye
Your cup runneth over
But mine is always dry
(Chorus)
Standing room only,
But I canÐ?Ñ?Ð?Ð?Ð?â?¢ stand no more
Standing room only
Outside my door
DonÐ?Ñ?Ð?Ð?Ð?â?¢t help me set the table
Ð?Ñ?Ð?Ð?Ð??Cause now thereÐ?Ñ?Ð?Ð?Ð?â?¢s one less place
I wonÐ?Ñ?Ð?Ð?Ð?â?¢t lay mamaÐ?Ñ?Ð?Ð?Ð?â?¢s silver
For a man who wonÐ?Ñ?Ð?Ð?Ð?â?¢t say grace
If home is where the heart is
Then your homeÐ?Ñ?Ð?Ð?Ð?â?¢s on the street
Me, IÐ?Ñ?Ð?Ð?Ð?â?¢ll read a good book
Turn out the lights and go to sleep