Come home with me, honey, 'cause I like you lots,
My place gets a little cold, might want to double your socks,
And I will warm you with my loving as the temperature drops,
We'll make it toasty as an oven in my cardboard box.
In my cardboard box,
In my cardboard box.
Cut out nice pictures, fine food and drink,
Wash our little paper dishes in the photo of a sink,
I'll tape an ad to your shoulders, a catalogue mink,
Give you newspaper roses and Champaign ink.
My roommate, Willie, is a good man, he just mostly gets stoned,
But Willie doesn't dig it when I bring somebody home,
I'll say, "Hey back off fat-man, I don't like your tone,"
Believe me, Willie will turn over, leave the two of us alone.
Come home with me, honey, 'cause I like you lots,
My place gets a little cold, might want to double your socks,
And I will warm you with my loving as the temperature drops,
Make it toasty as an oven in my cardboard box.
In my cardboard box,
In my cardboard box.
Can you possibly resist me? Don't I ring your bell?
You got that certain look that tells me this is one hard sell,
Is it the outfit sweetie? Is it the smell?
I'll slap on eau cologne and get you under my spell.
And I will warm you with my loving as the temperature drops,
Make it toasty as an oven in my cardboard box.
When I made the big buck, my moment in the sun,
Stood two paycheques between the condo and the slum,
In time I grew disgusted by all the homeless scum,
But, babe, I've since adjusted, now that I'm one.
I punched out a little window, it's got a very lovely view,
We'll take in all the action down on the avenue,
And if the natives get restless and the cops turn cruel,
That's the price you gotta pay for urban renewal.
Come home with me, honey, 'cause I like you lots,
My place gets a little cold, might want to double your socks,
I will warm you with my loving as the temperature drops,
I'll make it toasty as an oven in my cardboard box.
