Will Work For Food

I need a couch
I haven’t got one
I need a bed
To lay my soiled head upon
When you’ve crossed your i’s and dot your t’s
Maybe you’ll have time for me
I need a car
(If nobody knew how)
I haven’t got one
(Awful the world is)
I need a ride
(Would that make the world)
Across the frozen Amazon
(Any less awful? No)
You look steamy hot but feel
(If nobody knew how)
Cool to the touch
(Awful the world is)
Maybe if you find the time
(Would that make the world)
You’ll make out with me
(Any less awful? No)
Desperate me, desperate me
You and me
I need a job
I haven’t got one
Ask me all the questions
Tell me everything
Put me to work
(«I'm on your side» repeat)
Clearing out your dream
We’ll start with Z we’ll end with A
I’ll do anything Will work for food
Will work for love Will work for food
Will work for you Will work for food
Desperate me
Will work for you
Busy busy bee