My Husband’s Pied‐à‐Terre

I know of a groovy place
Where every girl of every race,
Age, and bra size, and IQ
Goes when she feels broke or blueIt's a place more women stay
Than the YWCA
Go there once, you get the key
So every girl's been there but meWhere's a minx get minks to wear
Why, my husband's pied--terre
In two drinks, you think she'll care
That's my husband's pied--terreEvery alley cat in town
Knows my husband's flat in townBetter get your derriere
To my husband's pied-a-terre
Love is in the very air
Of my husband's pied--terreI understand the latest fad
Is my husband's bachelor padAll the classes mingle there
At my husband's pied--terre
There is not one single chair
In my husband's pied--terreWhen I find this loony bin
I am going to do him in