Pansy Moon - The Boxers lyrics

[Verse 1] Arriving home after day damn dull consumed I minced some words I could not properly use With her as a stew on the boil betwixt confused All half-co*ked and at loss words to say [Verse 2] "oh please Be a dear and fetch the peck of motes picked last night That I might peel-and-stick them in your eyes To keep quiet while cooking my estimable prize That I gathered greedily to display" [Chorus] Can't phone home Cannot be alone So I might as well stay [Verse 3] Brickjaw, stumbling took a boxer's seat on the parquet And I must confess, felt a pinch-of-salt ashamed That I should interrupt her fine cooking this day But what of it? - less hair on my pate [Chorus] Can't phone home Cannot be alone So I might as well stay