Everybody knows; he comes and goes But the smell of his last cigarette still lingers in your clothes So don't be stupid and naive He's only playing cupid and no matter what he says he's only skimming up the cream And he's only stoking boilers while his engine gathers steam He isn't good enough He isn't good enough to me He's only using you He's only pa**ing through 'Cause he's a wide boy Sitting in the back row Necking with his girlfriend Goin' to a go-go Wide boy Really goin' nowhere Victim of the sixties Mighty mighty mohair, Mohair, mohair, mohair, mohair Everybody knows when the sewer overflows He'll be the one that always comes upsSmelling like a rose With one foot in your doorway (and one hand on your heart) He'll never do it your way So don't bother with the rubber gloves 'till the Turtle doves find a place to stay Cos' I saw Expresso Bongo when I was a kid so I know what I'm saying He isn't good enough He isn't good enough to me He's only using you He's only pa**ing through 'Cause he's a wide boy Sitting in the back row Necking with his girlfriend Goin' to a go-go Wide boy Really goin' nowhere Victim of the sixties Mighty mighty mohair Mohair, mohair, mohair, mohair Wide boy What is your secret? Wide boy You better fill me in Why are all your suits italian Is it the way I'm standing You gotta keep your hand in Everybody knows, everyone agrees That you should not go crawling after him on your hands and knees You're being stupid and naive And you may just be fallin' for a Wide boy, wide boy, wide boy Wide boy Sitting in the back row Necking with his girlfriend Goin' to a go-go Wide boy Really goin' nowhere Victim of the sixties (sixties, sixties, sixties...)