He`s not the type of guy that you`d recognise
There`s nothing to suggest that he`s a prize winner
His only claim to fame is a plaque above his bed says
he`s a good boy.
He`s not the sort of man you could easily like
You can`t exactly say that he`s a nice guy
His only one delight is to see her late at night before the
curtains are drawn.
Chorus
Oooh heavy breathing he`s out of control
Oooh heavy breathing he`d sell you his soul.
You`ll find him in the waiting room just wasting time
Fumbling in his pockets for some loose change
His shoes are even older than the chip upon his shoulder
You`ll find him easily bribed.
He really feels that detante is a dirty word
He`d gladly throw a spanner in the skoda
You`ve got to catch this guy before he reaches
Chou-En-Lai
That`s him succinctly described.
Chorus
Oooh heavy breathing he`s out of control
Oooh heavy breathing he`d sell you his soul
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