My Husband's Pied-A-Terre

I know of a groovy place

Where every girl of every race,

Age, and bra size, and IQ

Goes when she feels broke or blue



It's a place more women stay

Than the YWCA

Go there once, you get the key

So every girl's been there but me



Where's a minx get minks to wear

Why, my husband's pied-à-terre

In two drinks, you think she'll care

That's my husband's pied-à-terre



Every alley cat in town



Knows my husband's flat in town



Better get your derriere

To my husband's pied-a-terre

Love is in the very air

Of my husband's pied-à-terre



I understand the latest fad

Is my husband's bachelor pad



All the classes mingle there

At my husband's pied-à-terre

There is not one single chair

In my husband's pied-à-terre



When I find this loony bin

I am going to do him in