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
Compassion, 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 tryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.