He's the kind of man
That travels in a crowd
And he's standin' on a corner
At nighttime
He's the kind of guy
Who loves to talk aloud
But he never speaks
At all at the right time.
He knows how to walk
And he knows how to talk
But you'll never find him home
At teatime
He will never fight
When his friends are out of sight
And he's standin' all alone
In the nighttime, yeah.
He's the kind of guy
With whiskers on his chin
And he has a lot of fun
In the sunlight, yeah
He's the kind of guy
Who's never gonna win
'Cause he always stands alone
In the moonlight, yeah.
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, oh.
We only can offer
What we have to give
We only can offer
What we give.
We only can offer
What we have to give
We only can offer
What we give.