Yes, Mr. Rodgers Lyrics

Yes, Mr. Rodgers, I'm livin in sin with your daughter.
No, Mr. Rodgers, we don't have separate rooms.
Mr. Rodgers, I guess you could use one more scotch and water.
Gee, Mr. Rodgers, do you have to be leavin' so soon?

No, Mr. Rodgers, I ain't found work but I'm lookin'.
I'm sure, Mr. Rodgers, you must have heard times are tight.
Yes, Mr. Rodgers, she works and I do the cookin'.
No, Mr. Rodgers, I won't step outside an' fight.

And I hope that Mrs. Rodgers' cold gets better.
Maybe she could phone sometime or write her daughter a letter.
No, Mr. Rodgers, but thanks a lot for the offer.
If she wanted a ring, I think I could buy one myself.

But you see that she's pleased with the plain string of beads I got her,
So, you see M. Rodgers, your daughter ain't goin' to hell.
And I hope that Mrs. Rodgers' cold gets better.
Maybe she could phone sometime or maybe write her daughter a letter.

Yeah, Mr. Rodgers, I'm a-livin in sin with your daughter.
No, Mr. Rodgers, we don't have separate rooms.
Mr. Rodgers, I guess you could use one more scotch and water.
Gee, Mr. Rodgers, do you have to be leavin so soon?
Hey, Mr. Rodgers, do you have to be leavin so soon?