(Street Car named Desire)
I’m a man, a company man
Driven to excess, animalistic, some may say,
I drink and gamble, love passionately at night
A diligent hardworking Polack by day
Stella, a dutiful wife, knows her place
Next to me at the card table or flat on her back,
She knows what I want; she knows when I want it
We’ve paused for a while. There’s kindling in her sack.
Her sister Blanche has so many airs and graces
Refined, demure, dresses well-heeled
She was an English mistress from ole Mississippi
Now bunking with us in Elysian fields
Blanche arrived and expected more of me
Changes to our circumstances, improve Stella's life
Ditch my buddies, stop drinking so much
Stella better not agree or I’ll be changing my wife
We share our little two-room flat
It’s a lot closer than I’d want it to be
What Blanche says and does is annoying
She annoys the hell out of me
I work all day to bring home the meat
Then some poker with a couple of guys
I get home to find that Stella has
So out of character taken Blanche’s side
Blanche is no role model. She’s lost the family home.
And halfway through school lost her sanity
She’s not very attractive. I wouldn’t poke her.
She’s full of pretension, pride, and vanity
Of course, I’m not sorry,
Stella deserved that beating
We’re husband and wife, she obeys
Either that or bad times keep repeating
As for Blanche, I’ve sorted that too
Her insanity swung like a pendulum
It wasn’t my cock she wanted, but she got it
Now she’s banged to rights in the local asylum
I’m a good man, a good company man
Driven to excess, animalistic, some may say,
I drink and gamble, love passionately at night
A diligent hardworking Polack by day
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