No Dough

No dough, no place to go

We'll turn on the late night show

We'll climb into bed

Do like we said, and lie spooned

And you'll give your love to me

Then I'll give it back to you.

Pass the chips

You've got salt on your lips

Not the news, it gives you the blues

Help you off with your shoes

Then I'll scratch your back

Then I'll do the same to you.

Feels good...

Feels so good...

Feels so good to be alive...

No dough (no dough)

But no place to go

We'll turn on the late night show

We'll climb into bed

Do like we said, and lie spooned

How else should people be

When they're on their honeymoon?

There'll be just you and me on our honeymoon.

Oh baby, can't you see us on our honeymoon?

(Honeymoon) Hey, baby, can't you see us...

(Honeymoon) ...on our honeymoon?

(Honeymoon) Hey, baby, can't you see us...

(Honeymoon) ...on our honeymoon?

(Honeymoon) Hey, baby, can't you see us...

(Honeymoon) ...on our honeymoon?