Big Sister's Clothes

Sheep to the slaughter, oh I thought this must be love All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove She's got eyes like saucers, oh you think she's a dish She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish But it's easier to say "I love you" Than "Yours sincerely" I suppose All little sisters like to try on big sister's clothes Big sister's clothes The sport of kings, the old queen's heart The prince in darkness stole some tart It's in the papers, it's in the charts It's in the stop press before it all starts With a hammer on the slap and tickle under grisly garments With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments Compa*sion went out of fashion that's all your concern meant Sweat it out for thirty seconds on home improvements But it's easier to say "I love you" Than "Yours sincerely" I suppose All little sisters like to try on Big sister's clothes, big sister's clothes Big sister's clothes, big sister's clothes