John Cooper Clarke - 23rd lyrics

You can count on him. He'll always let you down. While you hang about for him. He's in another town. He gets from A to B, He can't see eye to eye, With anyone... If you ask me... He doesn't try Check his empty pockets Check 'em more than once He hasn't got it, Whatever it is that you want. Energy is a four letter word He doesn't buy Here he comes now - 23rd He doesn't try Compa**ion, it isn't necessary His sickness is an act He'll make you an accessory After this obvious fact You must excuse him Ask his Mother why You can't abuse him He doesn't try It doesn't pay to help him he's somewhere else Tell 'im - you can't tell him He's a fool to himself "What's in it for me" - you know the kind Always saying "Why?" Two weeks behind He doesn't try Bikes, buses, trucks, and trains, Gangways, ladders, and ramps A seemingly endless chain of pickpockets and tramps He wears the look of false alarm like an old school tie Somone ought to twist his arm he doesn't try Laugh? It isn't funny No respect for pain If you give him money He slings it down the drain You're looking for Mr. Right His type need not apply He won't play the white man He doesn't try