Tytuł: Touching the untouchables

• Wykonawca: Men At Work
• Wyświetleń: 241

  
   Hello to you, my sweet young friends
  Have you got money perhaps you could lend?
  I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun
  My shirt's turn my time's near done
  
  Touching the untouchables but they don't know
  Respect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
  You turn away, what can I say?
  
  Spend my nights in the telephone booth
  I make sure I leave the phone off the hook
  There are no Jones' and I pay no rent
  I have to stand straight because my back's so bent
  Tell my secretary I ain't takin' any calls,
  And if you want to find me, just ask the boys...
  Down at the wall...That's where I'll be...
  
  Oh...
  Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
  
  Park bench and cigarettes
  Can you help me get off this fence?
  Can't you see, I'm just an old man
  Tryin' hard, do what I can
  
  Touching the untouchables but they don't know
  Repect the disrespectables, but in the end you know
  You turn away, what can I say?
  You'll never, never know
  You'll never know