Well there´s a man I know
At least I used to years ago
I didn´t really mind
He used to come ´round all the time

Of course he had to be fed
I had to give him a bed
He used to kip on my sofa
They used to call him a loafer

I´ve heard he´s changed
A lot since then
But some of his ways
He just can´t mend

Told the other day
That he´d offered to pay
He didn´t like his dad
He earned all he ever had

He didn´t have no shame
He was a master at his game
He never showed his hand
He was the bed and breakfast man

He was, he was the bed and breakfast man...