Lyrics:

If I call three times a day, baby,
Come and drive my blues away;
When you come be ready to play,
Do your duty!

If you want to have some luck,
Give your baby your last buck.
Don't come quackin' like a duck,
Do your duty!

I heard you say you didn't love me, baby,
Yesterday at Mrs Brown's,
I don't believe a word she said,
She's the loudest woman in town, oh babe!

When I need attention at home,
I'll just call you on the telephone;
Come yourself, don't send your friend Jones,
Do your duty!

If my radiator gets too hot,
Cool it of in a lotsa spot,
Give me all the service you've got
Do your duty!

If you don't know what it's all about,
Don't stand around my house and pout;
Do you catch your mama kippin' out?
Do your duty!

As you make your own bad heart,
That's the way o' life!
You bunk out, I'm sleepin' by myself,
You're too dumb to realise, oh babe!

I'm not tryin' to make you feel blue,
I'm not satisfied with the way that you do;
I've got to help you find somebody to
Do your duty!