Gilbert O'Sullivan - The Window-Cleaner's Mate

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 butterflies
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

Written by:
Gilbert O'Sullivan

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