To Each His Own

You say some day, oh baby let’s get away
Me, I’ll stay at home, to each his own
Blackbird on the wire leave something to be desired
This bird hasn’t flown, to each his own
Where in the world would you ever incur
Such incongruous statements as incongruous as that
You write every day, how many words I can say
Me I telephone, to each his own
To each his own
I’m not a prude by any means
But nudity upon the screens has reached a point
Where acting is now secondary
It’s now no longer what you wear
But what you are prepared to bear
The point being that the more you show
The bigger you’ll be
To each his own;
Of ever moment I cherish alone
It amazes me how easily I’m scared of that
You say some day, oh baby let’s get away
Me, I’ll stay at home, to each his own
I’m not afraid to say right now
That if I had to milk a cow
I’m sure I could do a damned good job of doing it
I’ve always been a real dab had at this dab hand
On the other hand, forgive me for the pun
Because I just couldn’t resist it