The lord of the manor loves the upstairs maid
 & I tend the flowers of the seeds he lays
 His collar is velvet, his hands are real soft
 She sleeps with the master, I'm awakened above
 I wish in the bedrooms the sheets were all torn
 I wish that the flowers would only grow thorns

 (1-minute-plus instrumental)

 The lord of the manor has a wife of gray
 He pays the chauffeur to drive her away
 The lord & my baby are upstairs alone
 The one who could stop them is physically gone
 I wish in the bedrooms the sheets were all torn
 I wish that the flowers would only grow thorns

 (instrumental, bass scat singing & "cha" whispers, fading out