Let me be your slave, let me be your flunky,
I just want to be your service junky.
Do you want some coffee,
do you want some tea,
do you want to lean on me?

I can make you feel good
I can make you feel better,
I’ll sing you a song or write you a letter,
if I can be your slave, just so I can be your monkey,
oh baby, let me be your service junky.

Can I iron your shirts, fix your hurts,
Let me rub your feet, get you a seat,
please let me hear ’bout what you had to eat.
Is it too much, no, no too little,
I’ll tune your fiddle.

Let me fetch I gotta carry,
whether your name is Tom or Harry,
I just wanta be your service junky.
Let me run around for you
gotta hold you when you’re blue,

Tell me what you did, where you been,
let me have my little piece of sin.
Everything you got I need to see,
that’s the only way I can be
your little service junky.

Honey, let me live my life for you,
small enough to fit in your shoe
just so I can be your slave
your silly ole monkey,
baby, wanta be your service junky.

Let me rush, let me hurry
I’ll make you crepes,
I’ll make you curry.
tell me where you wanta go
I’ll take you there from head to toe.

Let me show you how to use your stuff,
treat me mean and treat me rough,
gotta be your service junky.
Ain’t gonna be easy and it sure ain’t free,
but I’m gonna climb down
from your great big knee.
Let’s just keep it ‘tween you and me
’bout my awful need to be your service junky.

Let me your slave, ah honey,
let me be your monkey,
baby, gotta be your service junky.