Well there's a man I know. At least I used to years ago. I didn't really mind. He used to come 'round all the time. Of course he had to be fed. I had to give him a bed. He used to kip on my sofa. They used to call him a loafer. I've heard he's changed a lot since then. But some of his ways he just can't mend. Told the other day. That he'd offered to pay. He didn't like his dad. He earned all he ever had. He didn't have no shame. He was a master at his game. He never showed his hand. He was the bed and breakfast man. He was he was the bed and breakfast man.