Lyrics
Morning, evening, noon and night
It disturbs your concentration
And it spoils your appetite.
Morning, evening, noon and night
It gets in all your concentration
Even when it's out of sight.
Good God! It's in your breakfast
And you can smell it in your soap!
Oh, love is less a neckalce than a rope
Hanging heavy round your throat.
Working, sleeping, going out to play
It's the seed that you've been reaping
And the price you have to pay.
Morning, evening, any time of day
Any company you're keeping
You've got nothing else to say.
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