J. Smith

There's a man on the street,

And he looks at his feet form his window.

And he sweares at the sun,

And he curses the moon for its shadow.

Ohh..

Take a leaf from his book

Take a thread from his suite

He's a new man

And he prays to his god

That he reaps his reward

For his new plan

Oh, the mould has been cast

The radio's in the bath

Yeah yeah yeah

Ohh..

Ohh..