The Bluetones - Fast Boy текст песни

I’m a fast boy
I’ve got worry
I’ve got engagements
I’m in a hurry
So come on So come on So come on So come on Don’t use telephones
I won’t hear ya Beneath the radar
So inferior
So come on So come on So come on So come on Who’s the man every weekend
Who’s the fast boy
Who’s your best friend
First you twist my arm
Then you grease my palm
Keeping cool and calm
Not doing any harm
I’m a fast boy
I’m on the guest list
I’ve got a gram of joy
Wrapped in a clenched fist
So come on So come on So come on So come on Who’s the man every weekend
Who’s the fast boy
Who’s your best friend
First you twist my arm
Then you grease my palm
Keeping cool and calm
Not doing any harm
Please not a word to the mother
Please not a word to the mother
Please not a word to the mother
So come on So come on So come on So come on