Lyrics:

All the streets are crammed with things eager to be held
I know what hands are for, and I'd like to help myself
You ask me the time, but I sense something more
And I would like to give you what I think you're asking for

You handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil

Let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say

I crack the whip and you skip
But you deserve it, you deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
A boy in the bush is worth two in the hand
I think I can help you get through your exams

Oh, you handsome devil

Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say

I crack the whip, you skip
But you deserve it, you deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
And when we're in your scholarly room, who will swallow whom?
And when we're in your scholarly room, who will swallow whom?

You handsome devil

Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, I say, I say

There's more to life than books, you know
But not much more
There's more to life than books, you know
But not much more, not much more
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh!