Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Luxembourg, artist - Elvis Costello.
Date of issue: 31.12.1980
Song language: English
Luxembourg |
Dressed up like a dog’s dinner |
Butter wouldn’t melt on your paws |
If this is a dog’s life then you’re the cat’s clothes |
They hire out your sons and hire out your daughters |
The man from abroad says he’s already bought her |
And now you look like a lover but you’re only a tourist |
You’re either talking or yawning |
You didn’t listen to a thing you heard |
Don’t start your morning moaning or you might wake up in Luxembourg |
You get up, you get over |
You’re worried by her body |
She’s worrying about her bodily odor |
You pull off the pull over |
You say that you love her when you really loathe her |
Serves you right now she wants you to feed her and clothe her |
You’re either talking or yawning |
You didn’t listen to a thing you heard |
Don’t start your morning moaning or you might wake up in Luxembourg |
Well they’re smiling sweetly while they’re looking daggers |
Kick you where it really matters |
Send all your friends to Coventry |
And look for your name in last night’s obituaries |
If you’ve got the Deutschmarks |
If you’ve got the Yen, then |
You get the shirt off her back and the clock off Big Ben |
Somebody’s soft touch struck all these bargains |
In the drinking clubs with the council men |
Making plans to put lead back in their pencils again |
You’re either talking or yawning |
You didn’t listen to a thing you heard |
Don’t start your morning moaning or you might wake up in Luxembourg |
Well |
Well well well |
Well well well |
Well well well |
Ooh ooh |
Well |
I feel well in Luxembourg |