Lock Up Your Daughters

Hold on to your women and lock them away, Or
We’ll chase them and catch them and love them
From Friday till Sunday

Where girls are good looking we’re looking for fun, Oh
We’ll chase them and catch them and love them
So lock up the last one

They’ll sigh and they’ll shiver
They’ll stand and deliver
Then cry when it’s over
No mistress or madam
Complained when we’ve had them
From Delhi to Dover

So cling to your daughters, hold on to your wives, Or
We’ll chase them and catch them and love them
We’ll show them the good life

We’re primed that we’re loaded with nothing to lose, Oh
We’ll bore them and rubbish and love them
So give them the good news

They’ll scream to be with us
They’ll scheme to be with us
They’ll give us a good run
They’ll hide and we’ll seek them
We’ll find them and keep them
So lock up the last one

Hold on to your women and lock them away, Or
We’ll chase them and catch them and love them
From Friday till Sunday

Where girls are good looking we’re looking for fun, Oh
We’ll chase them and catch them and love them
So lock up the last one