Yes, Mr. Rodgers

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 looking
I'm sure Mr. Rodgers, you must have heard times are tight
Yes, Mr. Rodgers, she works, and I do the cooking
No, Mr. Rodgers, I won't step outside and fight

And I hope that Mrs. Rodger's cough 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, Mr. Rodgers, your daughter ain't goin' to hell

And I hope that Mrs. Rodger's cough 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?
Yeah, Mr. Rodgers, do you have to be leavin' so soon?