My Husband's Pied-À-Terre Lyrics

I know of a groovy place
Where every girl of every race,
age, and bra size, and IQ
Goes when she feels broke or blue
It's a place more women stay
Than the YWCA
Go there once, you get the key
So every girl's been there but me

Where's a minx get minks to wear
Why, my husband's pied-à-terre
In two drinks, you think she'll care
That's my husband's pied-à-terre
Every alley cat in town
Knows my husband's flat in town

Better get your derriere
To my husband's pied-a-terre
Love is in the very air
Of my husband's pied-à-terre
I understand the latest fad
Is my husband's bachelor pad

All the classes mingle there
At my husband's pied-à-terre
There is not one single chair
In my husband's pied-à-terre

When I find this loony bin
I am going to do him in