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...