Take Me To The Cleaners

Hey! I want to be your partner in the rackets

And I'll be your accomplice in the crime

Like jewel thieves in Saint Tropez

We'll steal the precious nights away

The angels smile on those who take their time

Take me to the cleaners

I want to go to the cleaners

Take me to the cleaners

I will be creased and pressed

I want to be your comrade in the con-game

And we'll conspire to untold dirty deeds

Through custom's old deceitful web

We'll smuggle love instead of Leb

No sweat, no fear, no worry beads

Take me down to Sketchley's

I must go down to Sketchley's

Take me down to Sketchley's

And drape me on a rail

Take me to the cleaners

I want to go to the cleaners

Take me to the cleaners

And keep me out of jail

I want to share your handcuffs in the transit

And be your co-defendant at the trial

To hear these words on Judgement Day,

"Not guilty, let them go their way"

And know that we were laughing all the while

Take me to the Co-Op

I want to go to the Co-Op

Take me to the Co-Op

I need to pop my cork

Take me to the cleaners

I want to go to the cleaners

Take me to the cleaners

I must have more French chalk

Take me down to Safeway's

I must go down to Safeway's

Take me down to Safeway's

Old Bill's on my Daily

Take me to the cleaners

I want to go to the cleaners

Take me to the cleaners

But not to the Old Bailey