Coffee & Cake

9 o'clock is striking, striking. Mother, may I go out?
All the boys are calling, calling just to take me out.
One will give me coffee; one will give me cake.
One will give me 50 cents to kiss him at the gate.

I don't want yr coffee.
I don't want yr cake.
I don't want yr 50 cents
to kiss you at the gate.

I'd rather do the dishes, I'd rather scrub the floor, I'd rather kiss Siobhan behind the icebox door. I'd rather clean the catbox than be your kissing whore.