If I were selling polyurethane foam,
A salesman on the lookout for a lead,
I’d have a little lady kept at home.
Through the directories so I would comb
In search of purchasers. So to proceed,
If I were selling polyurethane foam,
Would be industrious; in my car of chrome,
I’d help the woman satisfy her need.
I’d have a little lady kept at home,
Who would be called a wife: if I did roam
In search of business she’d back up my greed,
If I were selling polyurethane foam.
One year we’d see the Coliseum in Rome,
Another go to Burgundy, indeed.
I’d have a little lady kept at home,
A girlfriend far off in a place like Nome
If I did well, success not to impede.
If I were selling polyurethane foam,
I’d have a little lady kept at home.