You know I always felt
That no-one had been hit as hard as me
Come on just like the great pretender
Oh, until I met Billy
Man without love is a wrinkled man
He was a fighter and a brave one
Oh so close to number one
He made a move for Marciano
When he called this man a bum
Man without love is a wrinkled man
I love that motion, emotion, emotion
I love that motion, emotion, emotion
You know we share a love of London
All its streets, it's good, it's fun
Like Peter Finch, the Hellfire Club
And wild man Harris to name just one
Man without love is a wrinkled man
And this here song is for you Billy
For your grace, respect and fire
And if I drank I'd raise a gla** real high
Or maybe even higher
Man without love is a wrinkled man
I love that motion, emotion, emotion
I love that motion, emotion, emotion
And in the back of that new Jag
You slowly smiled as we pa**ed through
It gave us strength through plague and fire
And it gave us men like you
Man without love is a wrinkled man
We really love Peter the painter
Sidney Street he met his end
We really hate that ba*tard Churchill
And his bully boys he sent
Man without love, yeah, is a wrinkled man
I love that motion, emotion, emotion
I love that motion, emotion, emotion