[Verse 1]
Take your pleasure sadly
Just like most young fellows do
For you must be moving somewhere
With the day, yeah
And those who think you love them
And the ones who really do
Are gonna cry tonight
And beg you to stay, yeah

[Verse 2]
She'll give me pleasure gladly
Just like most young women do
For they're far long and moving somewhere
Makes her cry, yeah
And the candle in the window
And my pillow by her head
Says please come home, a-home
Before I die, yeah

[Verse 3]
Take your pleasure sadly
Just like most young fellows do
For you must be moving somewhere
With the day, yeah
And those who think you love them
And the ones who really do
Are gonna cry tonight
And beg you to stay, yeah