Luxembourg - Elvis Costello, The Attractions

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