GILBERT O SULLIVAN The Windows Cleaner's Mate song lyrics

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