Bedford, Bedford, down the street Met a man, had a drink Brown in the glass Stupid and sweet Bedford Call from the bar And he'll throw down the key Hang out the window I'll catch it, catch me Brown in the glass Stupid and sweet Bedford Should I have stood up On the table to dance Kick off my boots Lampshade a hat Something a souvenir Hopeless to grasp Foolish Should I have stood up On the table to dance At least I'd be dancing Not laid flat on my back Something a souvenir Hopeless to grasp Foolish, foolish Bedford, Bedford, down the street Climbing the stairs Having a seat Brown in the glass Stupid and sweet Bedford