Goodnight to the Boardinghouse

The walls have all been painted and the rugs have all been thrown.
The children are asleep and all is silent as a stone.
Sing goodnight, sing goodnight to the boardinghouse.
Sing goodnight, sing goodnight to the boardinghouse.
The paintings have been purchased and the chairs have been arranged.
The shadows in the pantry are a comfort kind of strange.
Sing goodnight, sing goodnight to the boardinghouse.
Sing goodnight, sing goodnight to the boardinghouse.
I take off my face,
I take off my gown,
Step out of my stockings, and I lay me down.
A house can be a lover once you’ve drunk up all the gin,
and I can be a mother when I tuck my children in.
Sing goodnight, sing goodnight to the boardinghouse.
Sing goodnight, sing goodnight to the boardinghouse.
Sing goodnight, sing goodnight to the boardinghouse.