Shuffling down the street Mr. Thomas watches his feet He belches then he farts and thinks he ought to stop and get a bite-to eat I see you, Mr. Thomas, I see you Looking in the windows Looking in the windows A shortcut through McGarvie's and right in step I fell I know what he's up to I know, but I won't tell I hide in the bushes I hide very well I see you, Mr. Thomas, I see you Looking in the windows Looking in the windows Saw a woman with no clothes Couldn't help but stop and stare and then somebody caught you there Looking in the windows Mr. Thomas is gone now They've taken him away But I follow in his footsteps I watch you all my prey And it's just a little pane of gla** that's keeping me at bay I see you, Mr. Thomas, I see you Looking in the windows Looking in the windows