Gilbert O'sullivan - The Window-Cleaner's Mate lyrics

You better not say what you're thinking That's if you don't want a slap. Tell the Mrs. she looks gorgeous and don't for God's sake, don't do that. Must admit I'm tired of hearing rude remarks about my hair. Sure It's long but so's your nose, cut yours and I'll cut mine. I swear. Catching trains is quite an art. You need more than a giant net. Stick to things like bu*terflies It's much more of a safer bet. Truly I'm not all that angry mad perhaps well who wouldn't be You think I like being stood up twice You do okay then let's make it three Must admit I'm hard of hearing Pardon me, what's that you said Getting so I can't sit down Without a nod to go ahead. You'd better not nay what you're thinking unless you want to get put inside. Meet someone, you say they look great And think to yourself I thought they'd died. Truly I'm not all that angry After all it's sot every day You go to sleep with some chewing gum And wake up with it all over you