Lyrics The Hollies

The Hollies

Perfect Lady Housewife

Perfect lady housewife

Her totally detached

Sepulchre is painted white

Its gentique suite unscratched

A veritable show case

It shines like a new pin

Everything is in its place

And there's a place for everything

A, B, C, D. That's the way it's gotta be

1, 2, 3, 4. Count them up and know the score

Foot upon the parquet

Makes her awfully vexed

Onset of vile anarchy

Oh Lord, whatever next

Messiness is no excuse

It's showing no respect

Random factor introduced

Just goes and spoils the whole effect

A, B, C, D. That's the way it's gotta be

1, 2, 3, 4. Count them up and know the score

Efficient official

His patience overtaxed

Don't these people know that rules

Can never be relaxed

He could be humanised

You would never imagine

Everyone is categorised

And there's a place for everything

A, B, C, D. That's the way it's gotta be

1, 2, 3, 4. Count them up and know the score