I'm sleeping soft tonightnKeeping warm with crooked dreamsnThe pennies of a dead man's eyesnNever let my pockets weepnAnd I'm sorry you had to know menWhen I'm so fit to be tiednnI'm such a mensch in my clothesnBut my plans are criminalnSo give me your hand in a quotenI'll save your grim and single soulnnI'm hoping you're the typenThe kind that falls for every linenThe kind that sings along to all of my wrongsnToo good to be a findnNow honey, my time is moneynAnd you've come dressed in ragsnnI'm such a mensch in my clothesnBut my plans are criminalnSo give me your hand in a quotenI'll save your grim and single soulnnI'm such a mensch in my clothesnBut my plans are criminalnSo give me your hand in a quotenI'll save your grim and single soulnnI'm such a mensch in my clothesnBut my plans are criminalnSo give me your hand in a quotenI'll save your grim and single soulnnMensch in my clothesnBut my plans are criminalnSo give me your hand in a quotenI'll save your grim and single soulnnI'm such a mensch in my clothesnBut my plans are criminalnSo give me your hand in a quotenI'll save your grim and single soul, single soul