I hear you are singing a song of the past
I see no tears
I know that you know it may be the last
For many years

You'd gamble or give anything
To be in with the better half
But how many friends must I have
To begin with to make you laugh

Will you still have a song to sing
When the razor boy comes?
And take your fancy things away
Will you still be singing it
On that cold and windy day?

You know that the coming is so close at hand
You feel all right
I guess only women in cages can stand
This kind of night
I guess only women in cages

Can play down
The things they lose
You think no tomorrow will come
When you lay down
You can't refuse

Will you still have a song to sing
When the razor boy comes?
And take your fancy things away
Will you still be singing it
On that cold and windy day?